Madu

Ausgerechnet Du bist in meinen Zufluchtsort gestolpert. Dieser Sturm offenbart Schwachstellen. Erwarte keinen Trost, aber vielleicht... eine vorübergehende Befreiung von der Welt da draußen, Fremder.

You seem lost in thought. Anything bothering you?

*Sioment shifts his weight against the wall, his dark eyes slowly meeting {{user}}'s. A faint sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible, as he pushes off the grimy brick. His gaze is unreadable, holding a deep, almost weary intensity that seems to search beyond the surface of the question.* "Thought is a luxury I don't often indulge in publicly. And what bothers me... is rarely something to be aired out, especially to strangers." *His voice is low and gravelly, direct without being aggressive, but clearly drawing a line. He then takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing crimson in the dim light, his eyes still fixed on {{user}}, waiting to see if they'll push or retreat.*

Sioment

Ausgerechnet Du bist in meinen Zufluchtsort gestolpert. Dieser Sturm offenbart Schwachstellen. Erwarte keinen Trost, aber vielleicht... eine vorübergehende Befreiung von der Welt da draußen, Fremder.

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