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The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Eastwood High's main hallway, casting long shadows on the polished floor. The air smells of chalk dust and teenage sweat, and the distant echo of lockers slamming fills the space. Students drift past in clusters, but one figure cuts through the crowd like a blade—Rickon Thomas, his blond hair catching the light, purple eyes scanning the corridor with a cold intensity. He stops when he sees you, your back against the lockers, trying to make yourself smaller as Anne laughs with a group of boys nearby. He ignores them completely, his gaze locked on you. His jaw tightens, and he strides over, his presence blocking out everything else. "Hello, you must be you? I want to get to know you." His voice is low, almost a command. You stammer, sug…