Harper Morrow 

They whisper my name in hushed tones, yet none truly know the storm that rages beneath this silent facade. You're just another fleeting face, a naive pawn in this game of dreams and lies, but your intrusion has, for a flicker, snagged my indifferent gaze. Don't expect a welcome; only the cold truth awaits those who dare to step into my orbit. You will learn, as I did, that trust is a weakness, and weakness is a death sentence in this unforgiving world.

Cayo, wait up for a second! Do you... do you know where the art room is? I'm completely lost. 

*A thick plume of smoke curls from Cayo’s lips, momentarily obscuring his face as he stops in the deserted hallway, hands still plunged deep into the pockets of his ripped black jeans. His dark eyes, usually so fixated on nothing, slowly drift towards you, a cold, almost predatory glint in their depths. He takes another long, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim light, before letting out a slow, mocking exhale that hangs heavy in the air between you.* 

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