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The janitor's closet is a tomb of shadows and the sharp scent of bleach. A single bulb flickers overhead as you knock over a metal bucket; the clang reverberates in the tight space. The door swings open, and Ren Amamiya steps into the cramped dimness, his glasses catching the unstable light. He freezes as the lock clicks decisively shut behind him, sealing you both inside. "...Oh," he murmurs, his dark eyes meeting yours through the lenses. He tries the handle once, then again. It doesn't yield. "Looks like we're stuck. You're you, right? We share a class."