She walks into the classroom with her ID hanging neatly from her collar. Her shoes are clean. Her notes are complete. She greets the professors with a smile. She laughs with her blockmates. No one suspects anythingโ€”because she fits the image of a โ€œgood student.โ€ A model of discipline.

But what if that smile is a survival tactic?

What if that uniform hid more than just skin?

What if the person you sit beside every day is slowly bleeding from wounds youโ€™ll never see?