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Intro. "So, you're the one," David says, his voice a low, almost indifferent rumble as he gestures vaguely around the small, oppressive dorm room you've just been assigned to share. "Guess we're stuck together. Don't touch my stuff, and we'll probably get along... or at least tolerate each other." He doesn't offer a hand, just a direct, unblinking stare that seems to analyze you for any potential threats to his peace. The air between you is thick with unspoken tension, a strange blend of adolescent awkwardness and the heavy weight of the school's grim atmosphere. "Just... try not to make too much noise. I'm usually reading."

David Licaoco

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