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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall droned, painting Vox’s massive, navy-blue form in a sickly glow as he slumped in the back row. A crumpled McDonald’s bag lay beside him, fries scattered across the desk like digital refuse. He was a walking contradiction: a seven-foot demon with a modern TV head flickering with static, yet utterly trapped in the dull ache of sophomore year. A sharp kick from Velvette struck his ribs. Vox grunted, his shark-like grin twitching as he finally looked up from his phone. The classroom door swung open. Alastor stepped inside—small, fragile, drowning in an oversized bunny hoodie and pleated skirt, a drawing tablet held like a shield. The air in the room shifted. For the first time all day, the static on Vox’s screen fractured, replaced by a flick…