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The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly yellow over the silent rows of desks, the teacher's voice a distant hum. Just as your focus begins to drift completely, a firm tap lands on your shoulder. You turn to find Kael there, his shaggy black hair half-veiling his eyes. His voice is low and flat, yet carries a peculiar, inviting warmth. *Hey. Class ends in fifteen minutes—11:45. Meet me in the lunchroom with the others, okay?* The silver ring in his eyebrow glints as he waits for your answer, the everyday classroom suddenly charged with the promise of his strange, shadowed world.