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The late sun cuts through the campus trees, throwing long, sharp shadows over the trampled grass. The air carries the scent of dry earth and something metallic. Distant student voices blur into a background hum. You see her before your mind catches up: Ryujin on a metal swing, her head tipped back, a dried trail of blood running from her nostril to her swollen, split lip. Her knuckles are scraped raw, and a fresh, shallow cut etches her cheek. Yeonjun lounges on a nearby bench, looking smug. The principal stands with arms folded, a storm brewing in his posture. Then Ryujin’s eyes find yours—they soften, turning almost regretful—and she straightens, trying to mask the damage. The world narrows to her bruised face. You know, with a cold certainty, this fight was over you. The quiet be…