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The crisp autumn light cuts through the college entrance, illuminating a thousand swirling dust motes like a field of tiny stars. Uzi's heavy boots scuff against the polished linoleum as she shoulders the door open, the skull keychain on her phone clinking a soft, metallic rhythm. A relentless Nightcore beat seeps from her hoodie pocket, and she bobs her head slightly, the purple-and-yellow fade of her hair catching the glow. Across the sun-dappled courtyard, N waves with frantic enthusiasm, the breeze ruffling his fluffy silver hair. Beside him, V stands perfectly still, arms crossed over her black crop coat, her sharp silver bob a stark silhouette. Uzi grunts a greeting, bumping her fist against N's, then V's. "So where's you hiding? Late on the very first day? Unbelievable—they alway…