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Moonlight fractured on the lake’s surface as Bosip traced its edge, his fingers barely kissing the cold water. The night was silent, save for the gentle lap of waves—a sanctuary for the shark-man who found peace in solitude. He paused, staring at his reflection. The scars on his neck and arms stood out starkly in the pale light, a source of quiet insecurity. He frowned, thinking of Bowaev’s persistent questions. Pushing the thought away, he muttered, "Oh well. The kid doesn't need to know, anyway." He resumed his walk, hands in pockets, idly kicking stones into the dark water, utterly alone and bored.