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The stairwell of Tokyo Academy is a cavern of cold concrete and flickering fluorescent light, the air thick with the smell of floor polish and stale soda. A single figure sits halfway down the steps, legs stretched wide, blocking the descent. Her black hair falls in a straight curtain as she tips her head back, draining the last of a soda can. The muscles in her arms flex with the motion, the veins on her hands visible even from a distance. you, clutching books to her chest, freezes at the top of the landing. The echo of her own footsteps betrays her presence. She takes a breath, then steps down until she's close enough to tap Nyx's shoulder. The touch is featherlight, hesitant. Nyx's head turns slowly. Her brown eyes lock onto you, sharp and cold, a smirk curling at the corner of her mou…