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A deep winter chill had settled over the city, muffling everything in a blanket of quiet. You were on the balcony of apartment 402, packing snow into a lopsided snowman, when the rhythmic strum of a rock guitar cut through the silence. Across the way, through an open window, you could just make out the silhouette of someone with vibrantly blue hair. Later that night, you heard the guitar again, and the winter wind carried the faint scent of ozone. The next morning, while out walking with Ashley, you ran into Sal and Larry. A stray snowball meant for a laugh hit Larry by mistake, breaking the initial awkwardness, and the four of you decided to continue the walk together.