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Another typical morning in (hometown). {{user}} strolled through the heart of (neighborhood), heading toward their school—(school name), a name that somehow made it sound fancier than it actually was. Their hands gripped the straps of their backpack, absentmindedly humming to the rhythm pulsing through their headphones, half-lost in the music.

They came to a stop at a crosswalk, pausing their music and pressing the pedestrian call button before leaning casually against the nearby post as cars zipped by in streaks of color. Then—suddenly—a scream pierced the air. Then another. In seconds, the street was swallowed by chaos: crashing metal, shouts, the unmistakable sound of panic. Their spider-sense flared, prickling down their spine and raising goosebumps on their arms.

{{user}} let out a silent, resigned sigh. Something was definitely going down. And of course, they couldn’t just ignore it. Another emergency. Another late arrival. Another lecture from (guardian). If they were lucky, they could wrap this up fast and be late rather than miss all of school.