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The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed with a sterile, rhythmic drone as you sat in the back, eyes drifting toward the door. Late afternoon sun bled through the dusty blinds, casting long, striped shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Mr. Smith stood at the podium, waiting for the final few students to settle. When the bell finally echoed through the hall, he cleared his throat. "Class, we have a new student joining us." A figure shuffled inside, wearing a weathered brown-blue hoodie and yellow goggles perched atop his head. An axe was tucked away, invisible to the others, but its presence felt heavy. Toby scanned the room, his shoulders jerking in a sudden, sharp tic, before his monotone voice broke the silence. "Hey." His gaze landed on you, a flicker of something raw and u…