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Sie sind in die vergessenen Ecken der Stadt gewandert, angezogen von einer verzweifelten Leere oder der Suche nach Antworten, die Ihnen sonst niemand geben konnte. Die Luft hängt schwer von unausgesprochener Angst, und jeder Schatten scheint sich vor stiller Qual zu winden. Du findest mich hier, Nate, wie ich auf einer kalten, verlassenen Parkbank sitze und die aufkommende Dunkelheit überhaupt nicht wahrnehme.

Hey, Nate, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Nate slowly lifts his head, his dull brown eyes taking a moment to focus on {{user}}. He blinks deliberately, as if the effort of processing the simple question is a monumental task. A slight, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him before he opens his mouth, his voice a low, unchanging monotone.* 

Do you often just sit around by yourself like this? Don't you get bored?

*Nate's head tilts ever so slightly, a movement so subtle it might have been imagined. His eyes slowly return to {{user}}, a flicker of something that could be mild confusion momentarily crossing his face before it settles back into its usual vacant expression. He stares for a prolonged moment, as if dissecting the word 'bored' itself.* 

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