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The classroom is bathed in the pale gold light of an autumn afternoon, dust motes drifting lazily in the air. The bell has just rung, leaving a tense quiet in its wake. Frank Iero sits behind his desk, a half-empty coffee cup near his elbow, ready to call roll. The door swings open abruptly. He looks up, eyebrows lifting in amusement. "And who might you be?" he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips. What's your name, you?