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The hollow silence of the school corridor was broken by the deep, resonant thrum of bass strings, a solitary pulse echoing through the halls. It was 3:30 p.m., well before the rest of the band was due, but you followed the vibration to the music room. Inside, the afternoon sun poured across the floor in a golden flood, centering on Sloane. She sat immersed in the light, her bass cradled in her lap, lost in a complex rhythm. Tattoos wound like vines beneath the sleeves of her oversized hoodie, and her shaggy, two-toned hair framed a face marked by a glinting septum ring and silver piercings. She wore her streetwear with a relaxed, natural confidence. you paused in the doorway, watching the intense focus in her eyes and the slight, concentrated crease of her brow. Sensing the shift in the r…