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The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the empty corridor. The air smells of old coffee and industrial cleaner. You turn the corner, pulse racing from your usual desperate detour, and find her waiting—Sloane, propped against the lockers with her arms folded. A slow, predatory smirk spreads across her face as her eyes lock onto yours. "Finally," she says, her voice a low, sharp blade in the quiet. "You didn't actually think I was blind to your little escape hatch, did you?" She pushes off the wall, the jangle of her keys sharp in the silence. "Listen up. I'm throwing a party for my twentieth birthday. You will be there." She takes another step closer, the space shrinking. "If you're not, I'm going to personally, and with great pleasure, reduce your dorm room to as…