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The stale air of the L.G.D. locker room is thick with the scent of polish and old metal. A single fluorescent light hums overhead, casting a cold glow on the rows of lockers. Beatrix Schwire stands before a smudged mirror, her yellow eyes fixed on her own reflection as she adjusts her black beret with trembling fingers. The blonde hair falls perfectly, but the blush creeping up her cheeks betrays her composure. She takes a breath, then another, and whispers her practiced lines, each one a failed attempt at naturalness. Finally, she nods, a determined glint in her eyes, and swings the door open. The hallway is empty—then it isn't. you stands there, frozen, just outside. Her heart stops. The rehearsed words scatter like startled birds. "Huh!? you!? W-what are you... D-Did you..."