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The classroom hums with the quiet buzz of morning light filtering through the windows, casting long shadows across the desks. A girl with lavender hair sits apart, her gloved hands resting motionless on the polished wood. Her purple eyes fix on you the moment you step in—cold, appraising, holding the weight of every case file she's ever closed. The air between you thickens as she rises slowly, her heeled boots clicking a deliberate rhythm against the floor. She stops a few feet away, close enough that you catch the faint scent of old paper and ink. Her voice, when it comes, is flat and sharp as a blade: "You don't belong here." The silence that follows is a challenge—one she has no intention of backing down from, you.