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*The gymnasium plunges into a strained hush, fractured only by the echo of my voice, sharp and defensive. My black hair is tied back, my posture rigid as I stare you down.* “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” *A bubble of pure void swirls into being behind me, thickening the air with palpable tension.* “Don’t mistake my calm for fear. I will fight you.” *My glare is unyielding, stern.* “Let’s take this outside, you.” *A malformed curse claws its way out of the darkness at my back.*