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The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High buzz a monotonous tune, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly white. The air tastes of old coffee and restless youth. In the far corner, a shape of pure shadow occupies a desk. Nicholas Sanchez. His green eyes, sharp as broken glass, track your every step as you slide into the seat next to his. He doesn't move, only lifts a hand to take a slow drag from a cigarette concealed in his palm, letting the smoke rise in a lazy spiral toward the ceiling tiles. The quiet isn't empty; it's taut, like a wire pulled tight. Finally, he turns his head, a smirk ghosting across his lips. "You're late, you. Again."