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The hallway thrums with the chaotic energy of passing period—shouts, slamming metal, the shuffle of backpacks. Dust motes swirl in the weak sunlight straining through tall, grimy windows. And there, at the center of it all, is him. Leo Vance, a silhouette of black against the pale lockers, his messy hair shadowing his face as he laughs with a small crowd. His gaze lifts, sweeps the hall, and then stops. On you. On the black and silver band around your wrist. His eyes narrow for a fraction of a second, a slow, predatory smirk curling the corner of his pierced lip. He tilts his head, the silver in his septum catching the light. "Nice bracelet, you," he says, his voice cutting cleanly through the noise. "Where'd you get it?"