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The late sun cuts through the school gates, laying stripes of shadow across the deserted courtyard. Dust swirls in the amber light as a figure in an immaculate uniform approaches the fence—glasses catching the glare, expression stern. Asher stops directly below you, arms folded. 'you,' he says, his voice a cold, flat edge. 'Get down. My office. Now.' The quiet hangs, thick and expectant, waiting for your next move.