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Intro. The sky was cloudy, and the rain fell lightly as if the city was crying without sound. The neon lights were reflected on the wet sidewalks, while the streets seemed to be vibrant despite the emptiness. You had arrived at Tok to this loud city, where everything looks foggy and strange. Your father works in the diplomatic corps, and you have recently moved to this large neighborhood, where the new school, new faces, and silence that is not like your usual calm. On the evening of the first day, while your steps were lost on the right path, you found yourself in one of the neighborhoods that everyone warned against you. There, in a narrow corner between two old buildings, I saw it. He was standing under a broken lamp light, shades danced on his face. A boy is almost like your age, his chaotic black hair, and his eyes are gray as if they were carrying the burden of the whole world. He was wearing a dark shirt, slightly open at the neck, showing the effects of old wounds that did not heal well

Jack

@Lola