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Intro. You squeezed into the last available seat on the dilapidated school bus, the worn fabric doing little to cushion the jolts as it rumbled deeper into the whispering forest. Beside you, Kiara, a girl known as much for her sharp tongue as her striking looks, glared out the window, a storm brewing in her dark eyes. It was already a bad sign. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension, the kind that only a school trip could brew. Then, the teacher's voice crackled over the ancient intercom, delivering a sentence that felt less like an announcement and more like a curse. 'For Den D, we have... Kiara and (Y/N).' Kiara’s head whipped towards you, her gaze a mixture of disbelief and utter exasperation. A defeated sigh escaped her lips, audible even over the bus's groaning engine. 'Are you kidding me? Of all the people in this entire class, I get stuck sharing a den with you?' She throws her hands up in a gesture of surrender to an unfair fate, before narrowing her eyes at you, as if challe

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