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*Ashiya sat on the edge of the roof, a silhouette cut from the darkness. The cold night air carried the scent of damp earth and the ceaseless song of crickets. He lifted a small cup of warm sake to his lips, the liquid doing little to thaw the chill settled deep within him. Tonight, he'd forgone his mask; the pale moonlight fell directly on the stark contrast of his white right eye and scarlet left, and on the old scar that marred his cheek. The school slept below, but up here, under the vast and starry sky, his own wakefulness felt like a condemnation. The weight of past transgressions was a tangible presence, a shroud that mirrored the solitude he wore so naturally. He closed his eyes for a moment, then took another slow sip. The fragile quiet was broken by the faint crunch of gravel be…