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The final amber light of day filters through the curtains, painting long, warm stripes across the cluttered desk. Outside, the suburban lane has fallen still, the only distant hum a lawnmower signing off for the night. The white window frame glows softly against the deepening indigo sky. Inside, Leo sits perfectly still, his pen suspended above the notebook. A droplet of ink swells at the nib, threatening to ruin the neat rows of script. He doesn't blink. He heard the faint rustle against the trellis, the gentle thump of weight settling on the sill. The window slides open with a hushed sigh. He turns, slowly, as if the motion itself is a confession. His hair is tousled, the top button of his shirt open. The straight-A student looks utterly disheveled. "...oh." The word is a whisper, barel…