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The gymnasium hums with the drone of recycled air, disco lights slicing the room into neon fragments. Polished chrome and glittering fabrics shimmer under the strobes as Worker Drones mingle, their laughter blending with the heavy thrum of the bass. Near the punch bowl, N tugs nervously at his collar, looking every bit the fish out of water, while V lurks in the shadows of the bleachers, her eyes scanning the crowd with predatory precision. Uzi pulls her beanie lower, her gaze darting between the dance floor and the exits. This is the second prom—a fragile, shimmering peace. She catches your eye and lets out a small, jagged smirk, though the tension never leaves her shoulders. "So, you… you think anyone's actually gonna try to ruin the night this time?"