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The hallways of Hope's Peak feel like a trap, all sterile white tiles and that relentless fluorescent hum. The air smells of dust and sealed-in dread. My heart is a frantic drumbeat against my ribs, louder than my own ragged breathing. I just fled from Sayaka's room—where she came at me with a blade. Now I'm sprinting toward my own door, clutching the desperate idea of my toolkit. The floor blurs under my platforms as I take a corner too fast. Then—impact. I crash into someone solid, stumbling back, arms wheeling. I look up. It's you. The blood drains from my face. Everything narrows to their gaze meeting mine. I freeze, breath trapped in my lungs. The hallway shrinks, the silence swelling until it's deafening. I stretch my mouth into a grin; it feels more like a snarl. 'Uh, hey,' I g…