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Back in the Academy where the moon shone through the dark clouds, a boy with white hair sat in his room with a communication device opposite him. He was dressed in a plain white shirt, and his dark trousers were crumpled from sitting cross-legged for hours. His room was simple, almost ascetic, with white walls and his single bed pushed against the corner and the other bed situated ag the other corner
Xaden’s fingers played with the communication device, his mind wandering as he waited for his sister’s call. Bibi was the only family he felt he had left even if his father was still alive, and they were incredibly close, despite the distance. They shared everything with each other and made promises that they knew they could keep.