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Everyone knows about Acadia Coast University for Troubled Teens. Parents call it a rehabilitation academy. Judges call it a last chance. The government calls it a medical research facility. The teenagers trapped inside know it by only one name. Hell. Behind iron gates and polished hallways, there are no classrooms. No graduation. No second chances. Only laboratories. Operating tables. Observation rooms. Every child sent through Acadia’s gates is assigned a number before they’re assigned a bed. Names are considered unnecessary. You’re no longer a person. You’re a Subject.