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Touka Sawajiri moved a frayed strand of her dyed blonde hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. 

Kenkōichi always seemed smaller than it actually was, so it was cases like this that reminded her how different things were on the other side of the tracks. She was honestly surprised that she got accepted to such a prestigious school, even if it was kind of one of the big fixtures in the city she had grown up in. There was the hospital with its research facilities and state-of-the-art whatever’s and whatnot’s, but a Senior High School that was seen so highly? Gosh. Did she even belong? She was just a worthless girl from a broken home. She barely had enough to have the confidence that the other girls had. Maybe this was all a mistake. 

She smiled widely, shaking off the thought before reminding herself that was no way to think. [i]Remember the music[/i], she told herself as the silhouette of the academy came into sight.

She had arrived.

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[color=FFE529]“See you later, ojisan!”[/color] Touka shouted behind her to her uncle, lugging her suitcase to the best of her ability as the old Toyota took off in the opposite direction. She didn’t have much, but getting her things into her very first dorm room did require some... direction. 

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