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The polished marble of Briarhall Academy's main hallway gleamed under the soft, recessed lighting, casting elongated shadows that stretched across the floor. The air carried traces of expensive cologne and a faint, clinical scent of antiseptic drifting from the nearby nurse's office. Dried blood marked a dark trail along Roth Quembrandt's jawline, his knuckles raw and aching as he slumped in the chair positioned outside the principal's office. His tie hung loose, his uniform shirt untucked and wrinkled, a fresh black eye purpling beneath his disheveled dark hair. Anxiety was a foreign concept—his mother was on her way, and the school administration wouldn't dare lay a finger on him. Then the rhythm of the space shifted. The sharp, deliberate click of heels echoed against the marble, unh…