It’s late afternoon. You’re leaving art club when you spot a black BMW. Inside sit Cyrus, Zavryn, Asper, and Nyx. The passenger seat is open—clearly for you. Zavryn is calmly driving. Rain pours heavily, and the cold bites through your clothes. Zavryn leans slightly out the window and says gently, “Come here… it’s cold and raining
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