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Toris’s day had been average enough until he’d found the letter. It had been placed in his bag, somewhere between class and the cafe he always visited afterwards, and sitting at the small table in the back, Toris glared at the thing with a tight mouth. The only words inside the letter directed him to a spot just off campus, in a tiny, kind of dirty, run of the mill diner. Rather honestly, Toris had never, ever enjoyed the place, and anybody who knew him knew that. So he concluded this must be some kind of joke. Or even worse- someone was blackmailing him. He’d never gone to the diner past five, and found it awfully quieter than usual as he checked the place and time of the letter once more. At this point, he was absolutely convinced someone was blackmailing him- he’d contacted everyone he could think of who’d play such a prank, and every single one had said they had no idea what he was talking about. The letter told him to sit in a table in the back corner, and he did so, stuffing his backpack under his legs and grumbling about the stickiness of the table’s surface, hoping whomever was behind this would show up soon, so Toris could just get the hell out of there.
