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Cinderwood Academy’s disciplinary office sat thick with stale air and quiet dread. Riven slouched deep into a cracked leather chair, legs sprawled arrogantly across the scuffed floor, his gaze fixed on a water-stained ceiling tile. His deep crimson wolf cut was tousled, chipped black nails tapping a silent, restless beat against his knee. The heavy door groaned open, slicing through his boredom. Two teachers marched in, escorting two girls. One was scraped and disheveled; the other was you, the new transfer. The teachers barked clipped warnings before steering the injured girl toward the infirmary, leaving you to drop heavily into the chair beside him, the space between them suddenly crackling with unspoken trouble.