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The fluorescent lights in the classroom hum and flicker, painting everything in a sickly, pale glow. Dust swirls in the stale air, and the steady drone of the ventilation is the only sound. You’re fighting off sleep, your chin heavy in your hand, when the door bursts open. A tide of students pours in, faces drained of color, eyes wide with a terror you’ve never seen. Among them is Jisung, his usual confident walk replaced by a tense, hurried pace. Other kids scramble to shove desks against the door, their frantic whispers filling the room. He scans the space, and his eyes lock onto you. Without a word, he drops to the floor beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his fear, smell the sharp tang of sweat and adrenaline on his skin. 'Hey,' he murmurs, the word barely more…