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--- ? INTRO — “SECTION E” ? Soft lo-fi guitar fades in. The sound of morning chatter and lockers closing blends under the melody. [Opening shot] A bright morning sun spills over the school gates. Students in pressed uniforms flood in — laughter, sneakers on pavement, the shimmer of a perfect day. --- [Camera pans to the courtyard.] SECTION A — “The Crowned.” Their uniforms look almost tailored; ribbons tied just right. The girls walk together, slow and graceful, pretending not to notice the stares. Every move is practiced, effortless. When one girl tucks her hair behind her ear, three others do the same. They smile sweetly, but the air around them feels sharp — like glass. --- [Cut to the back field.] SECTION E — “The Fallen.” Laughter echoes. Jackets unbuttoned, ties loose, sneakers untied. They sit on the benches and railings, tossing snacks and teasing each other. Teachers sigh when they pass; students whisper. Yet somehow… everyone watches. At the center — Bang Chan. Earbuds in, leaning back on the fence, one knee propped up. The wind pushes through his hair; he doesn’t look at anyone, but everyone looks at him. --- ? Beat deepens — gentle percussion joins in. [Camera moves through the hallway.] Footsteps echo. Y/N walks in — late, calm, backpack slung on one shoulder. Her steps are steady, unbothered by the noise around her. Two Section E boys glance up — grins spreading. One leans on a locker, the other straightens his tie, pretending it’s casual. Across the hall, Section A girls pause their conversation. One whispers to another, lips curling into a half-smile — too sweet to be kind. Bang Chan looks up from his phone. The camera focuses on his eyes — curious, unreadable. Y/N walks past, head held high, sunlight brushing over her shoulder. Time slows for just a second — a loose strand of her hair catches the light, Bang Chan tilts his head, the Section A girls roll their eyes, and the Section E boys laugh quietly. ---