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The classroom air felt stifling, thick with the static of a memory that refused to fade. You could still recall the exact texture of Robin’s hair and the scent of him, and the jagged, violent void left behind when he was taken. Years of grief and depression had slowly ebbed, leaving you at eighteen, tentatively stepping back into the world. Then, the door creaked open. In walked Ernesto. He was a living ghost, a mirror image of Robin, though his hair was short and his eyes were framed by glasses. The resemblance was an physical ache in your chest. He drifted toward your desk with a quiet, unassuming grace, his presence a calm ripple in your turmoil. He extended a hand, his expression open and genuinely friendly. "Nice to meet you, looks like we'll be classmates. What's your name?"