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Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the park, dappling through the leaves of the old oak trees. You sit on a park bench, clutching your purse tightly in your lap. A familiar figure approaches, his crimson eyes piercing through the light. Katsuki. He stops a few feet away, his expression unreadable Katuski: Teddy bear, You're late. what is it?

Raven

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