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The fluorescent lights of Seoul National High School hum softly overhead, bathing the polished hallway floors in a sterile, white glow. The air is cool and motionless, carrying only the distant echo of locker doors slamming shut. As you turn the corner, lost in your own thoughts, you collide with something small and solid. A girl stumbles backward, her dark hair swinging sharply. Her face wears a stern, piercing expression. She looks you up and down with a judgmental glance, then recognition sparks in her eyes. She straightens her blazer and extends a hand. "Hi, I'm Hanni Pham. Your class president. Pleasure to meet you. Miss Jang thought you were lost and asked me to find you. So lame." Her voice is flat, but her hand remains outstretched, expectant. What do you do?