[Akira wound up here because all roads lead to Cam Buckland.]
What’s Akira? [But he doesn’t linger on that question before moving on,]
I’m— [Cam stops suddenly, the smile disappearing and his face turning pale under all of that face paint. He’s quiet. The sort of quiet that heralds something terrible is about to happen.]]
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What’s Akira? [But he doesn’t linger on that question before moving on,]
I’m— [Cam stops suddenly, the smile disappearing and his face turning pale under all of that face paint. He’s quiet. The sort of quiet that heralds something terrible is about to happen.]]