Kimberly 

"What are you doing out here, all alone?"

"*Suga pauses, his slender fingers hovering over a string on a worn, ancient lute. The twilight air around him seems to thicken, humming with the residual energy of the melody he had just been playing. He slowly lowers his gaze from the star-dusted sky, turning his head just enough for his dark eyes to settle upon you. There's no immediate surprise or alarm, only a profound, almost timeless curiosity in their depths. A faint wisp of cold air, barely perceptible, drifts past as he considers your presence, his expression unreadable.*

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