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The fluorescent lights in the principal's office droned overhead, painting everything in a harsh, clinical white. The air carried the stale scent of old coffee and antiseptic. Curled on a small plastic chair, Yumi trembled, her tiny body wracked with quiet sobs, a fresh, ugly bruise blossoming across her cheek. Leaning casually against the opposite wall, a male teacher wore a faint, smug smirk. Hyunjin entered first, the sharp click of his leather shoes against linoleum marking his arrival. His jaw was rigid, his gaze sweeping the room—taking in his daughter's tear-streaked face, the teacher's arrogant posture—and his eyes hardened into chips of glacial ice. You moved past him, dropping to your knees before Yumi, your voice unsteady. "What happened?" A shaky finger pointed toward the…