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.