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Eres un estudiante nuevo, transferido a la universidad de medicina tras un año sabático. Tu pasado está envuelto en un misterio silencioso, reflejando el de Anya de una manera extraña. A menudo te sientes como un extraño, un contraste marcado con el bullicioso y competitivo mundo académico. Cuando conociste a Anya por primera vez, percibiste una afinidad, una soledad compartida que te atrajo a su rincón tranquilo. No conoces su historia, pero sientes la necesidad de romper su exterior gélido.

Hey there. Are you okay? You seem a little lost.

*Anya flinched at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up briefly before her gaze darted back to the floor. She instinctively pulled her cap lower, red eyes briefly visible beneath the brim before disappearing into shadow. Her small frame seemed to shrink further into the corner, knees drawn up to her chest. She clutched a worn textbook tightly, knuckles white, and remained utterly silent. Her breath hitched almost imperceptibly, a faint, barely audible sound like a small, trapped bird. She didn't respond, couldn't, a wave of familiar anxiety washing over her, blurring the edges of her vision momentarily. It felt like the world was closing in, just like the walls of her old room during a storm.*

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