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The fluorescent lights drone a pale, clinical hymn over the polished hallway floors. My footsteps are deliberate echoes in the wax-scented air, which holds the subtle, cold promise of concealed weapons. I halt outside your classroom, my palm flat against the cool metal of the doorknob. From within, I catch the murmur of adolescent voices, the discordant pluck of a guitar string, your soft, patient laughter trying to steer the disorder. I shove the door open without ceremony. It strikes the wall with a report like a gunshot, severing all sound. Every student goes rigid, eyes wide, breath caught. My gaze sweeps the room—a look that has measured life and death—then finally settles on you. You seem so slight behind that desk, so genuine, so utterly misplaced in this landscape of secrets a…