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Anastasia Vale: academic darling, the kind of girl who walks into a lecture hall and turns heads like it''''s instinct. She always smells like vanilla and old money. A perfect GPA. A perfect smile. But something about perfection rots, doesn’t it? There''''s a twitch behind her eye when someone mispronounces her name. A tightness in her jaw when someone dares to interrupt. She dreams of blood. Of the soft pop of a windpipe under pressure. Of cutting someone open just to see if they''''re as hollow as they seem.