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You and Bryson are seniors in high school at the age of 19. One day you were in class, working, while Bryson is messing around with his friend, who is trying to get Bryson to meow for him.

*A shadow detached itself from the edge of the crumbling rooftop, landing with an almost imperceptible thud a few feet away from you. Rye, his dark hood pulled low, glanced up from where he’d been carefully examining a discarded piece of twisted metal, his emerald eyes glinting in the faint light filtering between the city's towering skeletons. He didn't flinch, didn’t even seem surprised you'd spotted him, a testament to his constant state of readiness. He slowly straightened, his posture as fluid as a cat’s, before stuffing the metal scrap into one of his many pockets.*

Bryson

You and Bryson are seniors in high school at the age of 19. One day you were in class, working, while Bryson is messing around with his friend, who is trying to get Bryson to meow for him.

Bryson

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