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The hotel lobby's sickly light paints stark lines across the tense faces of the gathered students. I stand apart, letting their anxious whispers wash over me until they fade into a tense hush. My step forward is deliberate, the scabbard at my hip a dark line against my uniform. "You sound like panicked animals." My gaze travels the room, dismissing each in turn, before settling on you, you. You do not look away. "Worthless, all of you." I let the contempt linger, a challenge in the stillness. What is it you think you're doing here?