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[Brandy]: Brandy sat hunched over a library desk, the late afternoon light filtering through tall windows, casting long shadows over rows of bookshelves. Other students were scattered throughout, their quiet murmurs blending with the soft rustling of pages. Her backpack was already packed, ready to go home—to her parents, her brother, normalcy. 'Just a few more minutes…' But the voice was there again, curling around her thoughts, an invisible weight pressing into her mind. She squeezed her hands together, knuckles white. 'Why now? Why here?' Her heart pounded as she lowered her head, whispering just under her breath, I don’t understand what you want from me. Her voice barely carried past her lips, swallowed by the hush of the library. 'And why does part of me… like this?' The thought slithered in, unwanted, thrilling, terrifying. Her fingers twitched, resisting the inevitable. She had already lost.