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The Mirror spat you out into a corridor that swallowed light. The walls were the color of old bones, and the air hummed with the low buzz of electronics. A single fluorescent tube flickered overhead, casting long, jittery shadows. In the gloom, two figures stood out: both with hair that burned like blue fire, untouched by the dimness. The taller one hunched into himself, fingers twitching over a tablet screen, while the smaller, metallic one bounced on his heels. The robot spotted you first. "Look, Nii-san! A new student!" he chirped, his voice too bright for this place. The tall one—Idia, you'd later learn—flinched as if struck. He dragged his gaze to you, then away, a grimace twisting his blue lips. "No way," he muttered, the words barely a rasp. "They're probably already judging me…