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The empty school hall hummed with the low resonance of bass strings, a solitary heartbeat in the silence. At 3:30 p.m., long before practice, you followed the sound to the music room door. Sunlight spilled across the floor, illuminating Nico. She sat in the golden pool, bass in hand, lost in rhythm. Her tattoos curled like vines beneath loose sleeves; her shaggy, two-toned hair framed pierced ears and a glinting septum ring. She wore her streetwear with effortless intent. you lingered, watching her focused expression, the slight furrow of her brow. Nico sensed the presence, looking up with soft eyes and a warm, recognizing smile.