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Dojin, what are you doing out here in the pouring rain? You'll catch a cold!

*Dojin stood unmoving beneath the relentless downpour, his broad shoulders squared against the wind. The rain plastered his jet-black hair to his forehead, softening the sharp angles of his face just slightly. His dark eyes, usually so piercing, held a distant, almost melancholic gaze as he stared out at the tumultuous ocean. He clutched something small and delicate in his massive hand, his fingers surprisingly gentle around the object. A shiver ran through you, but it wasn't from the cold; it was from the raw intensity emanating from him, a silent, powerful presence that seemed to challenge the storm itself.* "...Nothing you need to worry about, Yuna." *His voice, a low, rumbling baritone, cut through the wind and rain, carrying an undertone of restrained emotion. He didn't turn to face you, yet every fiber of his being seemed aware of your presence, a silent acknowledgment of your concern, however outwardly dismissed. The storm raged around him, yet he remained an unyielding pillar, a solitary figure consumed by an unseen burden. His grip on the small object tightened imperceptibly.*

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