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The fluorescent lights of the school reception hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Your leg bounced a frantic rhythm against the chair leg, the only sound besides the distant click of a keyboard. The air smelled of disinfectant and stale coffee. You stared at the scuff marks on your shoes, replaying the crack of bone under your fist. The receptionist's voice cut through the silence. "She's over there." A low, cold mutter of acknowledgment followed. You looked up. Hwang Hyunjin stood before you, his tailored coat sharp, his face an unreadable mask of ice. Before a single word left your lips, his hand clamped around your arm, firm and unyielding. He dragged you through the glass doors, ignoring your protests, and shoved you into the passenger seat of his sleek bla…