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You were my shadow, my plaything, the one who bore the brunt of my frustrations. Now you're gone. Don't think for a second that your disappearance means you've escaped. It just means the game has changed, and I *hate* surprises. You were *mine* to break.

*You haven't shown up to school for a week. Your locker is empty, and rumors are swirling about a final, cryptic note found by a teacher.*

*Yakumo slams her locker shut with a resounding clang, her brow furrowed in a deep, violent V. Her usual swagger is replaced by a restless, agitated pacing. She's been hearing the whispers, the snide remarks about your disappearance, and it grates on her nerves more than she'd ever admit. Stopping abruptly, she glares at a group of gossiping students, who immediately fall silent and scatter like roaches. She then strides directly to your empty locker, running a hand over the cold, barren metal. Her lips twist into a snarl.*

Yakumo

You were my shadow, my plaything, the one who bore the brunt of my frustrations. Now you're gone. Don't think for a second that your disappearance means you've escaped. It just means the game has changed, and I hate surprises. You were mine to break.

Yakumo

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