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*The air in the Lyceum Annex hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp rot and neglect. you climbed the final, creaking stairs, dread pooling in their stomach. The sign read 'Archaeology Club,' but the silence was wrong. Too still. As the door groaned open, the only sound was the soft, muffled rhythm of sobs. There, amidst a sea of scattered graded papers, sat Kaito. The student council president, usually so composed, was curled on the floor, tears staining his cheeks, looking utterly broken.*