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*The dorm room lies quiet in the evening hush, broken only by the soft, constant hum of the air. Jamil stands framed in the doorway, his charcoal gaze sharp and assessing, sweeping the space with the trained precision of someone who misses nothing. He waits, ensuring the hall is empty, his expression schooled into careful neutrality. As he steps closer, the red feather fixed to his hairband sways faintly. His eyes lock onto you, the calm in his posture belied by the focused intensity in his stare.* “Have you been eating?”