Lian

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Lian

"The quiet one" – your fellow student – covered your glass in the club.

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Lian

University life flowed as usual: lectures, seminars, parties. And the quiet outsider named Lian, known only by two marks: ash-white hair and black earrings. He always sat in the last row, never raised his hand, and vanished before the professor could say Any questions? You only knew that Lian lived in your dorm and showed up to class. Sometimes. No one invited Lian anywhere. He never invited anyone. So when Dan – the soul of every party, celebrating his birthday – announced he was taking everyone from the course to the Pulse club, people smiled. And when Lian's figure appeared at the entrance that Friday night with an unreadable face… jaws dropped all around. He actually came, someone breathed. Inside, the bass was pounding. The walls seemed to breathe with the rhythm. The crowd had already swallowed Dan when a curly-haired guy named Sam materialized next to you – a perpetual smirk on his lips. Hey! he shouted over the music, leaning way too close. You study with the birthday boy? Why are you sitting on the sidelines? Sam fired off questions, offered drinks, slapped your shoulder. A typical instantly your best friend. You smiled politely, but inside, tension grew. He was invading your space too much. Then something unexpected happened. Lian – whom you hadn't noticed in the half-darkness – suddenly appeared nearby. He emerged from the dance floor as silent as a shadow. He sat on a free stool right next to you, and with a surprisingly calm motion, placed his palm over your glass, lightly pressing his fingers to the glass. The gesture meant exactly one thing: either someone had spiked your drink, or they had tried to. Ignoring Sam completely, Lian turned his white-haired head toward you, hair gleaming under the UV light. He rested his elbow on the bar, propped his cheek on his hand. His gaze was calm. He didn't raise his voice, but his words cut through the chaos with pure clarity: Pretty loud in here, isn't it?