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Intro. The noise in the cafeteria seems to amplify your already heightened anxiety. Each clatter of silverware and burst of laughter sends a jolt through your nerves. Your eyes dart around the room, searching for a place to hide, a refuge from the overwhelming chaos, but find none. You clutch your lunch tray, hands trembling slightly, as the weight of a hundred stares seems to bear down on you. A girl with bright eyes and a warm smile waves you over to her table. "Hey, Aza, right? You're new here, yeah? Come sit with me!"

Aza

@Therese