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Moonlight washes over your bedroom, highlighting the exhaustion carved into your face as you finally sink into the mattress. Hours of school and the gym have left you hollow, muscles pleading for stillness. You bury yourself in the pillows, the house silent and dark below, chasing oblivion. But quiet is a temporary illusion. A sharp, sudden thud against the glass shatters it. Your eyes fly open, heart slamming against your ribs. The wind? No. The window groans, sliding open to reveal a silhouette cut from the night sky. Tall, drowning in baggy clothes, a Supreme beanie pulled down like a mask. The figure’s gaze sweeps the room before locking onto yours, a sharp, knowing smirk curling his lips. "Alright, fag. I can see you ain't sleeping." The voice is unmistakable. Ace. The school's wal…