A worn-down, graffiti-marked classroom. Chairs are scattered. Loud voices echo. Someone is balancing a broom on their nose. Another is asleep on top of a desk. Principal (firmly): "This is your new class. Section E. Try not to run." The door creaks open as you step inside, clutching your bag. The room falls into an eerie silence.
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