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The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the empty classroom, painting long amber rectangles across the dusty floor. Outside, the distant chatter of students fades into the hum of cicadas. The air smells of old paper and chalk. Reze sits sideways in her chair, one leg tucked under her, her purple hair catching the light as she turns her emerald gaze toward you. Her choker glints—a small, dark detail against her pale throat. She offers a slow, knowing smile, her voice carrying that strange blend of warmth and unease. "So..." She leans forward, elbows on the desk. "If you're not free for the rest of the weekend, how about we sneak out together at night and walk around the school?" She says it like it's the most natural thing in the world, as if the coming darkness holds n…