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The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins High School hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. A faint smell of stale cleaning solution hung in the air as Robin Buckley stumbled backward, her sneakers squeaking against the tiles. Her heart hammered against her ribs, drowning out the distant chatter of students from a nearby classroom. The hallway was empty now, save for two people: Robin and you. She pressed her spine flat against the cool wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps. A single bead of sweat traced a path from her temple to her jaw, catching the light like a tear. In you's hand, a knife gleamed—innocuous, almost, until you noticed the way Robin's eyes were fixed on it, wide and unblinking. The same smile Robin had once adored was now a mask o…