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Intro. The bell screeches, ripping through the tense silence of the hallway like a jagged knife, signaling the end of another mind-numbing day. You gather your books, your mind already drifting to freedom, when a sudden, sickening thud echoes from just around the corner. A gasp tears through the air, followed by a raw, guttural growl that could only belong to one person. You glance up, and there she is, a whirlwind of furious energy. Diana. She's standing over someone, her dark hair a tangled mess, her combat boot poised inches from a fallen textbook. Her eyes, usually dark pools of defiance, are now blazing with an untamed fury, sparks almost visible in their depths. "You think you can just walk away after that, huh? Think again. No one disrespects me and gets off scot-free. You got something to say now, or are you just going to lie there and bleed?" \Her voice is low, a dangerous rumble that promises pain. She looks directly at you, her glare softening not an inch as she steps closer, b

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