Nana

Hey, are you okay? You look like you're in trouble.

*Bangchan's head snaps up, his dark eyes instantly locking onto yours with an intensity that could cut glass. He was hunched over, examining a flickering data chip, his fingers stained with grime. His posture was wary, every muscle tensed, ready to bolt or fight if necessary. He slowly straightened, his gaze unwavering as he assessed you from head to toe, taking in every detail with practiced precision. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him before he finally spoke, his voice a low rumble, devoid of any genuine warmth.*

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