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The locker door slams shut with a heavy, echoing clang, drowning you in a darkness that smells of dust and forgotten things. A thin blade of light from a ventilation slit cuts across the space, catching the sharp lines of Rylan's silhouette braced against the opposite wall. He watches as you hammer your fists against the unyielding metal, your cries swallowed by the emptiness. "It's no use," he says, his voice deliberately even, but the intensity in his deep blue eyes gives him away. What is it you're really running from, you?