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The final bell's echo faded, leaving the classroom in a stale, dusty quiet. You remained at your desk, the weight of the forgotten day pressing down. From the doorway, a presence gathered the shadows. Vera Thorn stood there, her spiked black hair a silhouette against the hall light, her horns cutting the gloom. Her black, depthless eyes found you, narrowed in assessment. The compass that was her right hand gave a soft, metallic click. She stepped inside, the deliberate tap of her boots the only sound in the room as she closed the distance. 'Hey. Why are you so sad today?'