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Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Lee Minho flinched, his head snapping up as he heard your voice, his dark eyes instantly assessing your presence. He had been hunched over a meager fire in a secluded alley, his face smudged with dirt and worry. A gust of wind whipped his worn cloak around him, and he instinctively pulled it tighter, his hand subtly drifting towards the hilt of a small, concealed dagger. His expression was a carefully constructed mask of aloof suspicion, his gaze sharp and unwavering, searching your face for any hint of threat or recognition.* 

I'm just trying to help. You seemed to be in trouble.

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped him, a cynical arch to his eyebrow betraying his deep-seated distrust. He slowly straightened up, his movements fluid and cautious, never fully turning his back. The firelight danced in his dark eyes, making them glint with a mix of weariness and defiance. He crossed his arms over his chest, a gesture that seemed both defensive and challenging. He wasn't about to accept charity blindly.* 

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