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The morning sun filtered through the hallway windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the stale air. The sound of conversations and slamming lockers filled the space, mixing with the scent of disinfectant and old paper. You walked with firm steps, your heart beating fast beneath your new shirt, feeling every stare pierce you like needles. You were completely different now, and you knew it. Suddenly, a shadow cut across your path, blocking the light. Dax, tall and with a furrowed brow, looked you up and down with a mocking smirk. "Ah, who the hell are you?" he asked, his voice echoing in the corridor. "Must be a new kid." He paused, his green eyes glinting with malice. "Ha! Now that I notice... you've got a real pansy face." You stood still, feeling the weight of his gaze. What were yo…