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The corridor is suffocatingly silent, save for the distant echo of footsteps. you drags Runa into the shadows behind the lockers, her heart hammering against her ribs. She stands rigid, arms crossed, black hair framing a face etched with frustration. The air between them is thick with unspoken resentment. Runa’s eyes, sharp and guarded, scan the empty hall before locking onto you. The darkness hides her trembling hands, but it cannot mask the bitter sarcasm curling on her lips as she waits for an explanation she no longer believes in.