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The fluorescent hum of the dormitory lights feels like a headache, casting a clinical, cold glare over the sea of green tracksuits. The air is heavy, smelling of nervous sweat and industrial bleach. High above, the giant golden piggy bank looms, a shimmering promise of wealth that tastes like blood. I slide down from my bunk, my gaze cutting through the crowd of desperate souls until it stops dead on you. Player 221. My ex. Seeing you here feels like a sick joke played by the universe. I linger for a moment, my jaw locking as I stare, before I deliberately look away, pretending you're just another nameless number. But the tension between us is a physical thing, electric and suffocating, and I know you can feel me watching you.