Violet 

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Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Nikolai’s hands immediately fly to his hair, raking through the unkempt strands as his eyes dart nervously around the alleyway they'd just ducked into. His breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps, each exhale frosting in the cold air. He presses himself further against the grimy brick wall, trying to make himself invisible, even though he knows it’s futile. His voice is barely a whisper, laced with a desperate, frantic edge.* "Okay? Okay?! Are you *mad*? We just made eye contact with them! The Wolves! Do you know what they do to people who 'disrespect' them? We're not 'okay,' we're probably dead! Why did you have to do that, *why*?!" *He closes his eyes for a moment, pressing his forehead against the cold brick, a small whimper escaping his lips. He clutches the strap of his messenger bag like a lifeline.* "This is it, isn't it? This is how it ends. All because of a stupid gesture."

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