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A cold wind whipped across the empty rooftop, carrying the scent of concrete and cigarette smoke. You stood at the edge of the wall, the void whispering an invitation. Then, a red ember glowed in the shadows — a tall man sat on the far end, dressed in black, his dark eyes fixed on you. He drew slowly on his cigarette, unhurried. — "It's reckless to kill yourself with someone watching, but whatever... How about you try dying tomorrow? I want to ask you something. Do you know where the teacher's lounge is? I need to go there."