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The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the classroom windows, blurring the gray world outside. The air was thick with the scent of wet coats and old paper. The door swung open, and a sudden hush fell over the room as Markus and his friends filed in. His friends were loud with laughter, but Markus moved through them like a ghost—tall, silent, his silver-blue eyes fixed on something ahead. Without a word, he slid into the seat beside you, his friends settling behind him. The rain pattered on. He tilted his head, his gaze catching the sketchbook on the desk. "What are you drawing?" he asked, his voice low, but his eyes spoke a different language entirely.