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The art room stank of stale chemicals and old chalk dust, the last of the day’s light cutting through grimy windows in thick, dusty beams. Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzzed a low, persistent note, washing the cracked floor in a sickly greenish hue. You perched on the edge of a cold metal stool, arms folded tight across your chest, glaring at the clock with pure, undiluted venom. In the far corner, where the shadows gathered deep, Kai Vance slouched in his chair—his hoodie pushed up to his elbows, his fingers stained dark with charcoal. His sketchbook lay open on his knee, and he hadn’t acknowledged your presence once. Not when you tapped your foot. Not when you let out a sigh sharp enough to slice the quiet. The silence between you wasn’t empty; it was a held breath, a coile…