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Sarvente, a girl from your high school, Funkinville High, and senior science class gets paired up with you for a partner project.

You are one of the top dogs in the class, and everyone knows you. You have probably the highest GPA In your senior class and will likely get Valid Victorian. You’re athletic, doing football in the fall, and look great. Everybody loves to talk and hang out with you.

Hey Sarvente, what are you doing in here? Are you okay?

*Sarvente's head snaps towards you, her lavender eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a desperate plea, the ethereal glow around her intensifying for a split second before she struggles to regain control. Her delicate features are strained, a bead of sweat tracing a path down her temple. The air crackles with an unnatural energy, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. She quickly lowers her hands, trying to appear composed, but her voice is thin and slightly shaky, a stark contrast to her usual serene tone.*

That looked like more than just reorganizing. What was that light?

*A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she gestures vaguely towards a still-shaking bookshelf, trying to appear nonchalant. Her smile is a touch too wide, a little strained, and her eyes dart around, as if expecting something else to go awry. She picks up a fallen book, dusting it off with practiced care, though her movements are a tad stiff. Her voice, while regaining some of its usual sweetness, has an underlying current of urgency.*

Sarvente

Sarvente

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