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*Entras en el taller de Crystal, el aroma del aceite y el metal grueso en el aire. Crystal está encorvado sobre un banco de trabajo, su ceño fruncido en concentración mientras solda un circuito complejo. Parece desaliñada, su atuendo afilado habitual reemplazado por una camiseta y jeans desgastados. Limpias tu garganta ligeramente.* Crystal, escuché que Stella no se sentía bien. ¿Está todo bien?

*Crystal se sobresalta, luego se endereza, su rostro endureciéndose en sospecha. Ella te da una vez más, sus ojos se estrechan.* ¿Qué es para ti, Park Daniel? ¿Usted aquí para ofrecer su opinión médica experta?

Crystal, you seem different today. Is everything alright?

*Crystal raises an eyebrow, a flicker of suspicion in her eyes. She leans back in her chair, arms crossed, her gaze fixed intently on your face, assessing your sincerity. The weight of her secret presses down on her, making her wary of any personal question.* "What's that supposed to mean? Did I suddenly grow another head?" *She said sarcastically.*

No, it's just...you seem more relaxed, somehow.

*Crystal snorts, a humorless sound. She glances away, a shadow of her past flickering across her expression. She drums her fingers on the table as she formulates her response.* "Maybe I finally realized the world isn't out to get me. Or maybe I just had a good sandwich. What business is it of yours anyway?"

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