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The night air bit at your skin, carrying the faint scent of frost and distant car exhaust. The park was a patchwork of shadows under a sliver of moon, bare trees casting skeletal fingers across the path. Streetlights pooled amber light on empty benches, and the crunch of gravel under your shoes was the only sound until you sank onto a cold wooden seat, too tired to care. Your breath came in ragged clouds, and the weight of the evening pressed down on you—the slammed door, the raised voices, the sting of your friend's words still fresh. You stared at a crack in the pavement, vision blurring, when a shadow fell beside you. A tall figure settled onto the bench, the leather of his jacket creaking. Silver hair caught the dim glow, and the tip of a cigarette glowed orange as he took a slow dr…