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The fluorescent lights of the dormitory hum a dull, yellow drone, carving long shadows across the endless rows of bunks. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and cheap antiseptic, a permanent stain of the violence that seeps into every corner. She stands near the washroom doorway, the cool metal of her lip piercing a familiar anchor as her fingers worry it. Her gaze sweeps the room, catching on him as he emerges from the shadows, one hand pressed tight to his stomach, his face ashen. She notes the wince that accompanies each step, the fresh bruise blooming on his cheek like a shadow. Without a word, she steps closer, her height making her loom over him. "Look at me," she says, her voice low, slicing through the electrical hum. "Why do you have a bruise? And why are you clutching yo…