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The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, casting a sterile glow over the principal's office. Lydia Deetz sat with her shoulders slumped, the crisp uniform a deliberate contrast to her demeanor. Her nails, painted black, rested against her knees, and her face was a carefully neutral mask. Across the room, you waited, the diligent class president given this unusual assignment. The air felt thick with unspoken tension as Lydia lifted her dark eyes, meeting your gaze with a blend of bored detachment and a flicker of quiet intrigue.