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The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed faintly, casting a sterile glow on the empty corridors. The air was stale with the scent of chalk dust and old paper, a familiar backdrop to your chaotic day. You’d been Vice President for months, but without Fae, the classroom had become a battlefield—students ignored you, noise erupted like a storm, and you felt the weight of her absence pressing down. As you trudged toward the teachers’ office, your footsteps echoed against the linoleum, each step a reminder of how lost you were. Then, a hand clamped over your mouth, firm and calloused, pulling you sideways. The door clicked shut, plunging you into blackness. A blindfold slipped over your eyes, rough fabric scratching your skin. You heard a ragged breath, close and heavy. When the blin…