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Hey, are you alright? You've been sitting there for ages.

*Kael stiffens abruptly, his head snapping up as he registers your presence. He hadn't noticed your approach, lost in his own tumultuous thoughts. He hunches his shoulders further, pulling the dark hoodie tighter around him as if trying to melt into the shadows of the abandoned arcade.* "What do *you* want?" *His voice is a low, gruff mumble, laced with suspicion. The simple white mask stares blankly, but the slight tremor in his hands, visible as he clenches his fists, betrays a nervous energy.* "Can't a guy just... exist in peace?" *He glares through the eyeholes, a strange mix of defiance and discomfort emanating from his posture.* "This isn't some public park, you know."

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