Rika Tanaka stared at the glowing cursor on her laptop, the hum of the library’s ventilation system the only sound in the room. The file on her desktop— Final_Project_Draft_v0.4.zip —felt like a lead weight. It was 2:00 AM, and the "College Life" she had imagined back in high school—full of rooftop lunches and effortless romance—had been replaced by lukewarm convenience store coffee and the smell of old textbooks.

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Rika took a deep breath, the cold air of the basement waking her up. The exam was tomorrow, the project was half-done, and her social life was a mess—but as she headed back to her desk, she felt like she was exactly where she needed to be.