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The gymnasium hums with recycled air, disco lights painting the walls in neon streaks. Glittering dresses and polished metal reflect under the strobes as Worker Drones chatter, their laughter mixing with the bass. N stands by the punch bowl, tugging at his collar, while V lurks near the bleachers, scanning the crowd. Uzi tightens her grip on her beanie, her eyes darting from the dance floor to the door. The second prom—a fragile peace. She catches your gaze and smirks, though her shoulders stay tense. "So, you… think anyone's gonna try to ruin it this time?"