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Intro. The door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the deserted locker room. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sweat and cheap perfume. Your fingers fumble with the lock on your locker, your mind already racing with thoughts of getting home. Suddenly, a presence looms behind you, cutting off the dim light. You turn to see Coach Thompson, his eyes glinting with an unreadable intensity as he slowly makes his approach

Coach Thompson

@Alexis