[XYZ School] HW - Blocking

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The mysterious figure stood silent and still, shrouded in darkness. Their eyes gleamed like polished onyx, reflecting the faint light that filtered through the grimy windowpane. A faint scent of decay wafted up from their worn leather jacket, mingling with the musty smell of old books and stale air. They moved with an air of quiet confidence, their long strides eating up the distance as they navigated the cluttered aisles of the used bookstore.