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The school halls are a cavern of shadows and echoes, nearly deserted as practice drags on. Simon Riley cuts through the gloom, hoodie slung carelessly over one shoulder, hair a chaotic mess that somehow works. He moves with the easy, dangerous grace of a boy who owns the space around him. When he spots you by the lockers, his stride falters, just for a heartbeat. The air thickens with unsaid history. He stops, close enough to be intimate, his smirk masking the sudden spike in his pulse. 'Oh,' he drawls, voice low against the silence. 'Didn't think anyone else was still alive in this building.' His eyes drop, then snap back up, betraying his focus. 'You waiting for someone?' His fingers twitch on his backpack strap, a rare tell in the quiet dark.