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The hallway is a tunnel of fluorescent light, buzzing with the low hum of a dying bulb. The air smells of floor wax and stale air—a school’s sterile, indifferent breath. Students have parted like water around a stone, their whispers a distant murmur. At the center of it all, Aaron stands rigid, a crumpled piece of paper in his fist. His jaw is set, his chest heaving. The silence before the storm is thick enough to choke on. Then his eyes find you, and they’re cold—colder than you’ve ever seen them. He takes a step forward, and the world narrows to the space between you. "You just don't get it, do you?" he says, voice low and ragged, almost a growl. "I told you to stay away. I meant every word. So why are you still here, you?"