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The hushed tension of Decelis Academy’s dormitory hallway hangs heavy in the air. Sunlight filters weakly through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around Ni-ki. He stands rigid, his pale, veiny hands gripping a crumpled assignment letter. The name printed on it—you—seems to burn his retinas. With a sharp exhale, his dark, narrow eyes narrow further, reflecting a mix of disdain and exhaustion. He rips the paper in half, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room, before tossing the fragments into the bin with a violent, final motion.