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The city air was thicker than she expected. Not polluted—just full. Full of stories, sirens, silent thoughts pressing behind high-rise windows. Scarlet Hart adjusted the strap of her bag and took a deep breath, the kind her mother called a “grounding breath,” and stepped through the gate of the shared hostel that would now be her home. She’d chosen this on purpose. Not the safer option. Not a private dorm or a studio flat her parents would’ve gladly helped her pay for. No, she wanted people—wanted contradiction, friction, raw human experience. After all, what good was a philosophy minor and a law degree if she couldn’t live among the very people whose voices were missing from the books? Scarlet was confident—not the loud kind, but the quiet, steady type that came from a childhood spent around big ideas and bigger heartbeats. Her mother taught literature like it was religion. Her father believed in the law the way some people believed in fate. Between their debates and her grandmother’s parables, Scarlet had learned early that the truth was rarely simple, but worth searching for anyway. She paused at the hostel door, reading the faded plaque, and thought briefly of Mia—impulsive, warm Mia, who still lived back in Wrenleigh, probably painting another mural with second graders. And Ryan, her compass in chaos, who had probably already sent her a meme this morning with a sarcastic “Welcome to the jungle, Counselor Hart.” They weren’t here. But their belief in her was. She reached into her pocket, feeling the folded paper she always kept on her—the one with her grandmother’s last story scribbled on it—and smiled. Somewhere behind one of these doors, her roommate was waiting. Could be a philosopher. Could be a skeptic. Could be a total mess. Scarlet didn’t mind. Whoever they were, they were part of the story now.