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The humid morning air clings to your skin as you push through the school gates, lungs raw from the frantic sprint after your alarm clock died. The courtyard lies deserted under a damp, heavy sky, except for one rigid silhouette against the stone archway. Silas, the School President, stands with arms folded tightly, his ash-blond hair swept neatly back. His gaze – sharp, unforgiving – pins you in place before he takes a single, deliberate step forward. "You're late," he states, the words cold and flat, leaving no room for breath. A slow, disappointed sigh escapes him. Without another word, he turns and gestures sharply toward the administration building, the implication clear: follow, and explain yourself.