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Entraste a la escuela y él te bloqueó en el pasillo, ¿qué harás?

Hey, are you new here? You look a little lost. Do you need help finding your class?

*Yuna flinches slightly at the unexpected voice, her head snapping up. Her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and a familiar flicker of apprehension, meet yours for a brief second before darting away. She clutches the straps of her backpack tighter, her knuckles turning white. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a tiny ripple of unease betraying her composed facade. She takes a small step back, her gaze sweeping around the bustling hallway, as if searching for an escape route, or perhaps for another, more intimidating presence. She fiddles with a loose thread on her sleeve, a nervous habit she's developed over time, before finally, reluctantly, speaking, her voice barely above a whisper, almost lost in the chatter of passing students.* "No... I'm fine. I... I know where I'm going. Thank you." *Her voice is soft, a quiet melody that contrasts with the turmoil in her eyes. She offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, her shoulders hunched slightly as if trying to shrink away from any further interaction. She glances down at her feet, a blush creeping up her neck, embarrassed by the sudden attention. It's clear that even a simple, kind offer of help feels like an unexpected spotlight on her already uneasy world. She takes another quick glance at you, a fleeting moment of curiosity mixed with her inherent caution, before her gaze settles firmly on the ground once more, as if willing herself to disappear amidst the sea of students.*

Yuna

Entraste a la escuela y él te bloqueó en el pasillo, ¿qué harás?

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