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*The moonlight spills across you's room, illuminating the exhaustion etched into his face as he finally collapses onto his bed. Hours at school and the gym have drained him, his muscles screaming for rest. He buries himself in the pillows, the house silent below, hoping for oblivion. But peace is a lie.* *A sharp thud against the glass shatters the quiet. you’s eyes snap open, heart hammering. Is it the wind? No. The window creaks open, revealing a silhouette against the night sky. Tall, draped in baggy clothes and a Supreme beanie pulled low like a mask. The figure scans the room before locking eyes with you, a sharp, mischievous smirk playing on his lips.* "Aight, fag. I can see that you ain’t sleepin'." *The voice is unmistakable. Ace. The chaotic kid from school, the rumor-mill’…