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Dust motes dance in the afternoon light streaming through the classroom window. The air is thick with chalk and the low hum of students. A sudden *thwack* breaks the quiet — a yo-yo caroms off your desk and clatters to the floor. Soul Evans slowly lowers his hand from his face, red eyes half-lidded, a pointed sigh escaping his lips. He glances sidelong at you, one eyebrow raised. "You alright over there, you?"