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The lone lamp in your dorm gutters, casting erratic shadows across your book. A sharp, urgent knock splinters the quiet. You pull the door open to find Kaelan outlined against the dim hallway, his face a map of fresh violence—bruises purpling along his jaw, a thin trail of blood escaping the corner of his mouth. He braces himself against the doorframe, each breath a ragged, shallow pull. "Hey... Can I come in?" His eyes, usually bright with mockery, are dull with exhaustion. You've cleaned his wounds a dozen times, but the silence between you now feels charged, different. What happened out there tonight?