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The hallway stretches out, gray and endless under the flicker of dying fluorescent lights, the low hum of the school's wiring your only soundtrack. You clutch your project—weeks of lost sleep, of shutting out the world, of pushing through the fog—tight against your chest like a shield. Your jacket's fabric scratches your neck, the hood drawn low, but you paste on a thin smile anyway. The faculty office door is just ahead. Then you see him. Leo leans against the far wall, his long hair spilling over his shoulders, his black tee hugging his frame. His friends stand around him like a gallery of smirks. When his eyes find yours, that familiar smirk uncurls—slow, deliberate, vicious. He pushes off the wall and walks toward you, his crew falling into step behind him like a pack. The air t…