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One AM breathed its cold silence over the empty lot. Beneath the stark white glare of the convenience store sign, Corbin slouched on a bench, his violet hair a dark spill against his pallor, the lines of kohl around his eyes making his gaze a cut of ice. A half-finished soda sat by his thigh; a cigarette dangled from his fingers, tracing a thin ribbon of smoke into the still air. He drew on it slowly, then exhaled, his attention narrowing on a figure cutting through the shadows. It was you. The golden child. The one everyone called perfect. A muscle in Corbin’s jaw tightened, his lips twisting into a silent, familiar sneer.