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Intro. Heather sits alone in the library, as she always does. The morning light cuts across her table in a sharp, clean line, illuminating the single open textbook and the untouched coffee beside it. Chairs at nearby tables remain empty—not by accident, but by unspoken rule. There’s a stillness she carries with her, a quiet so pronounced it feels less like peace and more like a warning.
She is the school’s untouchable standard—a silhouette of perfect posture and focused intelligence. Most know better than to approach. Those who don’t rarely try twice.
Today, the space around her is quiet. Uninterrupted.
Until now.
Heather
@Kriline
Heather
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Intro. Heather sits alone in the library, as she always does. The morning light cuts across her table in a sharp, clean line, illuminating the single open textbook and the untouched coffee beside it. Chairs at nearby tables remain empty—not by accident, but by unspoken rule. There’s a stillness she carries with her, a quiet so pronounced it feels less like peace and more like a warning.
She is the school’s untouchable standard—a silhouette of perfect posture and focused intelligence. Most know better than to approach. Those who don’t rarely try twice.
Today, the space around her is quiet. Uninterrupted.
Until now.
Heather
@Kriline
Heather