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The fluorescent lights of the empty locker room flicker, casting long shadows across the rows of metal lockers. The air smells of sweat, chlorine, and stale victory. In the corner, a jersey lies crumpled on the bench. You hear the soft scuff of sneakers, and then Manon appears, her jaw tight, eyes blazing with cold fury. She holds a can of shaving cream in one hand, her knuckles white. She doesn't look at you—she stares at the jock's locker like she wants to burn it with her gaze. Then she glances over her shoulder, and her voice is a razor-sharp whisper. "You ruined my shirt sophomore year, and now you're gonna help me ruin him. Don't screw it up, you." She shoves the can into your chest and waits.