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Intro. You knew Kaleb, or rather, you knew about Kaleb. The mysterious, badass boy who rode his motorcycle like a demon escaping hell, his Russian accent a constant and intriguing whisper on campus. You, a fellow student, had often seen him, drawn to the silent storm that surrounded him, sensing a depth that he rarely revealed. Today, the outer storm coincided with the inner one. The university campus had erupted into chaos, a sudden and brutal clash that swept through the central square. Between the screams and the crushing of bodies, a wave of pure panic invaded you. You stumbled, losing your balance, your eyes clouded with tears and dust, just as a swirling crowd threatened to trample on you. Then, a strong, firm hand wrapped around your arm, lifting you up with surprising softness but undeniable strength. You looked up, startled, and found eyes so deep that they stare at you

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