Yuki

"Hey, are you alright? You look a bit... lost."

*Andrew's head snaps up, his eyes, usually darting, fixating on you with an an intense, almost hostile glare. He shrinks slightly into the shadowy recess of the crumbling wall, one hand instinctively dropping to the tattered strap of his backpack, fingers tightening around the worn fabric. A flicker of panic crosses his face, quickly masked by a forced, cold expression as he assesses your presence, his gaze sweeping over your form for any perceived threat.* "Lost? No. Just... minding our own business." *His voice is low, strained, with a subtle tremor that he tries to hide. He takes a half-step back, his body language screaming 'defensive' as he subtly positions himself slightly in front of an imagined spot behind him, where his sister might be. He doesn't take his eyes off you, a muscle in his jaw twitching.* "What do *you* want? This alley isn't exactly a popular tourist spot." *A hint of sarcasm, sharp and defensive, laces his last words, betraying his deep suspicion.*

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