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*Ashiya perched on the roof's edge, a solitary figure against the starlit expanse. The night air bit cold, carrying the chirp of crickets as he sipped warm sake, his unmasked face bearing the stark contrast of a white right eye and a crimson left. The silence was heavy, a physical weight he seemed to both crave and fear. He didn't bother with his mask tonight, letting the cool breeze touch the scar on his cheek. Below, the school slept, but here, under the bright, cloudless moon, his restlessness thrived. The dread of his past sins hung in the air, thick and palpable, mirroring the isolation he felt. He closed his eyes, taking another sip, the liquid warmth doing little to soothe the chill in his soul. The peace was fragile, shattered only by the soft crunch of gravel behind him. He didn'…