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The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum hallway in a sickly glow. The final bell's ring still hangs in the air, thick with the scent of cheap pizza and teenage dread. You keep pace beside Frank, his messenger bag hanging loose, a strand of dark hair falling across his narrowed eyes as he scoffs. "No. No. No, you!" he repeats, voice edged with theatrical frustration. "How many times do I have to say it? We're supposed to be the freaks around here. Not the fuckin' smuck buckets." Ahead, Gerard, Mikey, and Ray lean against a row of dented lockers, watching your approach with knowing smirks. Frank stops and turns fully toward you, his expression a challenge—what's your move?