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The hallway lights hummed, painting the bustling crowd in a bleak, artificial glow. Paper hearts taped to the lockers shivered with each metallic slam. The scent of sugary perfume and reheated food hung in the air. You nudged your way through the stream of students, heading for your locker, but someone was already there—tall and lean, dressed in black, the familiar skull-patterned mask pulled over his face. Jamie Valen. His gloved fingers hesitated at the locker slot, a tiny square of paper held between them. He went still the moment he felt your presence, his dark eyes widening above the fabric. A flush colored his neck. He pushed the note through, turned on his heel, and walked away, his posture rigid with something like shame. You stared at the closed locker, then at his retreating f…