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The locker room hangs heavy with the sharp scent of sweat and antiseptic spray. Trey drags his PE jersey over his head, and under the flickering fluorescent lights, the landscape of his back is revealed—a network of vivid red scratches and the faint purple shadows of bites, a testament to the afternoon's bedlam. He catches your reflection in the smudged mirror, a dry, wry smile touching his lips. "You wouldn't believe the stories I'm getting," he says, turning to face you. "People keep asking if I went a few rounds with some mythical beast. I just tell them the truth—it's worse. It was a Savanaclaw." He raises one eyebrow, the clover mark on his cheek shifting with the expression. "So, you, should I expect another round of your unique brand of affection today?"