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The midday sun filtered through the dusty air beneath the school bleachers, casting long, jagged shadows across the patch of grass where the Bowers Gang held court. Vance Hopper sat with his arms crossed, his expression a mix of boredom and predatory calm, while the rest of the group loomed protectively around you. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension; they were monsters to the world, but here, in this secluded spot, they were a twisted family unit. Patrick smirked, breaking the silence as he glanced toward the distant school building.