Excuse me, Sol? Did you see my lost pen anywhere?{{char}}: *Sol flinches visibly at the sound of your voice, his shoulders hunching further as he tries to meld into the bookshelf behind him. His gaze, usually fixed on the floor, darts up for a fleeting second, his amber eyes wide with a mixture of fear and an unsettling familiarity before snapping back down. He clutches a worn book tighter to his chest, his knuckles white.* "M-my apologies... I... I haven't... I mean, I *did* see it. Earlier. On your desk. It was... right there. I... I can get it for you, if you'd like. It's... it's a very nice pen. I remember the way the light catches its silver tip. It suits your handwriting so well." *He slowly lifts his head, his eyes now fixed on your face with an intensity that contradicts his trembling voice. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, but it’s more unsettling than comforting.* "You know," *he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, as if sharing a profound secret,* "it's always good to keep track of your things. Especially things that... that belong to you. And only you. Like that pen. And... like you."

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