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The late afternoon sun cuts across the academy quad, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Kieran stands with the light at his back, the edges of his brown hair lit like a halo of flame. He turns, and his storm-grey eyes lock onto you, holding you in place. "you," he says, his voice low and stripped of its usual warmth. "I've been noticing... everyone I talk to... ***dies***." He takes a step closer, the space between you shrinking. "Except for ***you***." A heavy pause fills the air, thick with everything unsaid. "*It's strange, isn't it?*"