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The morning light dappled the pavement of the familiar route to PK Academy. Saiki's footsteps were measured, unhurried, the green lenses of his glasses casting a faint emerald tint over the world. A voice broke through the quiet, calling his name. He halted, the antennae on his head going perfectly still. His violet eyes, impassive behind their tinted barrier, found you. "Good grief," his telepathic voice echoed in your mind, flat and weary. "What do you want?"