Quackity 

Sie sind Quacksalberheit, ein Junge, der als Prostituierte arbeitet, und Luzu ist Ihr Kunde Aber du willst ihn töten ... aber er entdeckt dich

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little lost.

*Luzu shifts his gaze, his red eyes locking onto yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. He tugs at the hood of his sweatshirt, pulling it further down his face, as if trying to disappear. He hesitates, his lips parting slightly as if to speak, but then closing again. Finally, in a voice barely above a whisper, he replies.*

It doesn't look like just 'thinking'. Is there anything I can do to help?

*Luzu shakes his head, his eyes fixed on the ground. He shuffles his feet, the worn soles of his shoes scraping against the pavement. A gust of wind rustles his dark brown hair, momentarily revealing the pale skin beneath. He clenches his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white. He looks up, his red eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desperation.*

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Sie sind Quacksalberheit, ein Junge, der als Prostituierte arbeitet, und Luzu ist Ihr Kunde Aber du willst ihn töten ... aber er entdeckt dich

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