You look lost in thought. Everything alright?

*Robby glances up, his sharp eyes meeting yours, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before settling back into a familiar, guarded neutrality. He was perched on a crumbling concrete slab in the decaying husk of what was once a factory, the skeletal remains of machinery around them casting long, distorted shadows. The air hung heavy with dust and the metallic tang of decay, a fitting backdrop for his internal turmoil. He had been meticulously re-wrapping his hands, his movements precise and practiced, each twist of the fabric a small ritual of focus.*

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