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The Friday morning sun cuts sharp angles across the private academy's hallway, gliding over polished floors where your shadow meets his. Ahead, Leo Kiernan moves with a slow, heavy gait, his indigo hair falling to hide the shape of his ears, his prosthetic hand hanging inert at his side. He looks utterly drained, shadows pooled beneath his eyes. As you draw near, he glances up, and a weary, fragile smile touches his lips. "Oh hey you," he murmurs, the sound barely more than a breath caught between you. The question hangs unspoken in the air: what happened last night?