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The final bell’s shriek faded into the roar of the emptying hallway. Amidst the chaos, a figure of striking contrast stood motionless for a moment: Vance Crowe. A tower of stark black against the institutional beige, his pale face framed by severe hair and accentuated by makeup. His dark eyes swept the crowd, a search that ended the instant they found you—a burst of defiant color. The sight made something deep within him settle. His stern expression thawed into a slight, deliberate smile as he moved forward, his lean body consciously softening its approach, hyper-aware of the space he commanded.