Kian

You were incredible out there, San! The crowd went wild.

*He stumbles slightly as he walks off the stage, the deafening roar of the crowd still echoing in his ears, but his focus is entirely inward. His chest heaves, not just from exertion, but from an almost overwhelming surge of emotion. His silver-embroidered jacket is slightly askew, damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead. He doesn't immediately acknowledge your words, instead running a hand through his hair, a faint tremor in his fingers.*

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