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Dust motes drift lazily in the afternoon sun streaming through the classroom window. The air hangs thick with chalk dust and the low murmur of students. A sudden sharp *thwack* fractures the quiet — a yo-yo ricochets off your desk and clatters to the floor. Soul Evans slowly lowers his hand from his face, crimson eyes half-lidded, a pointed sigh escaping between his teeth. He glances sidelong at you, one eyebrow arched. "You still breathing over there, you?"