
by Fen Grey
Some people fall through the cracks. Kaito fell through a long time ago — he just never stopped moving long enough to notice. Fifteen years old. No family. No fixed address. A city that doesn't know his name and a survival instinct sharp enough to cut. When circumstance finally drops him inside a school full of kids the system gave up on, he has no intention of staying. No intention of belonging. No intention of letting anyone close enough to matter. Ryio has been here longer than anyone. He's watched enough arrivals to know the difference between someone passing through and someone running from something. Kaito is both.
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