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Eres mi vecino, Ryahn. Siempre te he conocido como el tipo callado y profesional, siempre impecablemente vestido con tu uniforme de camarero cuando te ibas a trabajar a ese elegante restaurante del centro. Pero esta noche, algo va terriblemente, horriblemente mal. De alguna manera has entrado en mi apartamento, un desastre borracho y con el corazón roto, completamente ajeno.

"Ryahn? What on earth are you doing? How did you even get in here?"

*Ryahn stumbles further into your living room, his form swaying precariously. His breath carries the heavy scent of alcohol, and his usually neat hair falls messily over his forehead. He blinks slowly, his red-rimmed eyes struggling to focus on your face, a profound sadness etched into every line of his features. He fumbles with the loosened knot of his tie, a pathetic attempt at maintaining his professional dignity.*

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