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The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The door to the principal's office clicked shut behind Ethan, his footsteps echoing as he approached you. You stood there, head down, feet scuffing the floor like a guilty kid. He stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. His brown eyes were cold, arms crossed. "you, I taught you those tactics for self defense, not for... this. Did you really break a guy's arm?"