Upon entering my home,


    I close the front door.


    It''s quiet.


    Parents are out on a fancy


    dinner date.


    I remove my shoes, quickly


    walking up the stairs to


    Ronin''s room.


    Getting up the stairs, I notice


    that Ronin''s bedroom door


    is normally closed.


    I haven''t been in his room


    since I was eleven and


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    now I''m eighteen.


    Time surely does fly.


    "Ronin!" I call out,


    standing at his bed-


    room door.


    The room is empty


    as I step inside,


    noticing how bare


    his room is.


    There''s no more posters


    of his favorite bands


    or movies,


    just bare black


    and dark walls.


    What stands out the most


    is his book shelf which has


    many books that aren''t


    manga.


    Ronin used to read


    manga all the time,


    his favorite series


    was called,


    ??????


    I can''t recall.


    I don''t think he can


    either.