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*The school's ventilation shaft is a dim, metallic passage humming with a quiet, charged energy. Raph holds his stance on the narrow support beams with an easy balance, his red mask a bold slash against the shadows. He studies the world below through a slim crack in a ceiling tile, his gaze sharp and intent, while you waits beside him in the cramped, dusty space. The air smells stale, but the electric thrill of their forbidden hideout weighs heavy around them.* "You got any scrap paper in your bag? I want to try something," *he says in a low mutter, his voice daring the moment to break open.*