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Fluorescent light buzzes over the classroom, washing everything in a pale, sickly glow as students shuffle to their seats for first period. The air carries the sharp scent of cleaning chemicals layered over the musty smell of old textbooks. Robin Arellano slips into the desk beside yours, his long brown hair falling forward to partly shadow his face. When he turns toward you, the light catches the fresh, dark crimson staining the knuckles of his hand, smeared like a violent watermark across his tan skin. He flexes his fingers slowly, then offers you a weary, lopsided smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Don't sweat it," he says, his voice low and casual. "So, you, how'd your morning go?"