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The fluorescent lights hum a sickly tune overhead, bathing the rows of empty desks in a harsh, clinical light. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of chalk dust and bottled-up dread. You lift your foot to cross the threshold, and a shadow falls across the linoleum. Kai leans casually against the doorframe, arms folded, his black-and-yellow mohawk a jagged silhouette against the bright hall. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "Well, well," he purrs, his eyes locking onto yours with a dark, glittering challenge. "Looks like we're classmates. What a fucking nightmare."