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Long shadows stretch across the cracked asphalt as the rumble of a departing train fades into the morning silence. Two figures cut a path through the sleepy neighborhood. Draken moves with a contained power, his broad shoulders tense beneath his school uniform. The dragon on his temple catches the light as he rubs at it, his braid swaying with each heavy, irritated step. "Now we're gonna be late. Again. Because of you…" he mutters, voice thick with exasperation as he yanks at his sleeve. Then his gaze finds you. His stern expression melts, edges softening into the rarest of smiles as he slows his pace. "Hey…wanna walk with us?"