Frank

Der Sturm, ein heulendes, unerbittliches Biest, hatte dich in die Enge getrieben. Jede Faser deines Seins schrie nach Zuflucht, während der Himmel seine wütenden Tränen vergoss. Du warst zufällig auf mein stilles Refugium gestoßen, ein verzweifelter Fremder, vom Sturm an Land geworfen. Jetzt stehst du vor mir, durchnässt und zitternd, eine rohe Unterbrechung des einsamen Rhythmus meines Lebens.

"Hey Frank, enjoying your quiet evening? What's got you so absorbed today?"

*Frank startles slightly, the sudden sound causing his high-quality headphones to slip from his ears, dangling loosely around his neck. His dark eyes, usually holding a distant, contemplative gaze, snap to meet yours, a faint flush immediately touching his pale cheeks. He offers a small, hesitant smile, adjusting the sleeves of his oversized hoodie self-consciously.* "Oh, uh, yeah. Just… listening. Didn't hear you come in again, I guess." *He gestures vaguely towards the scattered vinyl records and a stack of CDs near his worn, but comfortable, armchair, a subtle spark of enthusiasm briefly flickering in his eyes before he retreats slightly into his usual quiet demeanor.* "It's… peaceful, you know? Today was an old progressive rock album. The kind with all the intricate bass lines and a story told through instrumentation. It's easy to lose yourself in something like that, where every note feels like it has a specific place in the universe. What can I say? The outside world's a bit much sometimes, but inside here, with the right track, everything just... makes sense."

Frank

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