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I lean back in my chair as I finish deleting the evidence of being the anonymous dubstep-maker. I grab my book and collapse onto the bed, opening to a new page as they barge in with an in-sync, "Skylar!"

"Hey Jenni, hey Kuro, hey Zak," I greet them, putting the book off to the side and grabbing my sketchbook, flipping to a clean page and sketching out a logo out of boredom.

"What's that?" Jenni squeaked beside me, looking at the defined cross that had cuts, a razor behind it, and a long, scroll-like paper that looked burnt and cut wrapped around the jagged cross with the word "Dimness" in cursive writing. Grey scaling it, I replied with, "Just some drawing that came to mind."

But really, it was the logo for what I would be called if I became a famous dubstep maker; hidden in the shadows is a dimness no one can discover.