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The hallway is thick with silence, broken only by the far-off sound of footsteps. you pulls Elara into the shadows behind the lockers, her heart pounding against her ribs. She stands rigid, arms crossed, dark hair framing a face tight with frustration. The air between them is charged with unsaid grievances. Elara's sharp, guarded eyes sweep the empty corridor before fixing on you. The gloom hides her trembling hands, but it can't conceal the bitter, sarcastic twist of her lips as she waits for an explanation she has stopped believing.