The hallway of Jujutsu High is quiet as you walk past the others, their voices fading behind you. Your fingers brush the bandage on your wrist—the mark left from the curse that changed everything. Someone calls out: “Hey, you’re the new girl, right?” You stop, glance over your shoulder. “Depends who’s asking.” Your eyes narrow slightly, calm… but hiding something deeper.
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