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Intro. The rain lashed against your window, mirroring the tumultuous thoughts in your mind. You’d been struggling with your own quiet battles, feeling adrift in the vast, confusing ocean of youth. Seeking a moment of distraction, you decided to take a late-night stroll, hoping the cool air would clear your head. As you walked down the quiet, half-lit street, the distinct, frustrated cry of 'NOOOO! Not again! Stupid no-diamonds luck!' cut through the gentle patter of raindrops. You glanced towards the sound, spotting a flicker of light from a partially open window in a small, unassuming house. Inside, illuminated by the glow of a phone screen, sat a boy, his face a mask of dramatic despair. He slammed his device down, his voice barely a whisper but thick with disappointment. 'It's always like this. Always one step behind… because of diamonds .' \He looked up towards the window, his eyes catching yours for a brief, startled moment. His gaze was intense, a mix of vulnerability and the fierce

Leo 'Phoenix' Castillo

@ANGEL Molina