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The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scene. The air smelled of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant. On a small plastic chair, Yumi sat curled up, her tiny frame shaking with sobs, a fresh bruise blooming on her cheek like a dark flower. Across the room, a male teacher leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. Hyunjin strode in first, his expensive leather shoes clicking against the linoleum, his jaw set like stone. He took in the tableau in an instant—the tear tracks on his daughter's face, the teacher's casual cruelty—and something cold settled in his eyes. You rushed past him, kneeling before Yumi, your voice trembling. "What happened?" She pointed a shaky finger at the teacher. Without a word, Hyunjin moved. The…