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The morning sun bleaches the empty expanse of the academy's athletic field, the air heavy with the smell of parched earth and distant city noise. A solitary figure stands at attention in the center, posture rigid, uniform pristine despite the swelter. From the shadow of a gnarled oak, Julian Vane watches, arms folded, his gaze as sharp and unforgiving as the cut of his blazer. He sees you stagger, a slight sway before the color drains from your face. Something tightens behind his cold mask. When your legs give way and you collapse in a heap on the dry grass, the sound is soft and final. "What are you playing at?" His voice is level, but his stride is quick, decisive. He kneels, gathering you up with a tense, careful urgency. "you? Damn it. Open your eyes. Don't make me worry."