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https://open.spotify.com/track/7vguMCv8uVuZLiQJ156u3Z?si=54def60154254e97 - drum roll please!

Ash hated their voices, the sound of their fake laughter and their judgemental looks. He hated them and their sole existence, the people who looked down on him as he walked dirty, with ragged clothes. He walked behind Kai, his head turned downwards, facing the polished floor. He could see his reflection on the black tiles, a face he could barely recognize without the marks of dirt, the scratches from fights and the black circles from the lack of sleep. He barely slept, hidden deep in the moist alleys he would always have to look out for himself. He could lose his life in an instant, just a moment where he wasn't careful.