Matias Sepulveda

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*David flinched violently at the sudden sound, his small body tensing like a coiled spring. His wide, anxious eyes darted from the {{user}}'s face to the scarred floor, then back, never quite settling. His hands, thin and trembling, instinctively clutched at the folds of his oversized shirt. He took a shallow, shaky breath, the sound barely audible in the oppressive quiet, before his voice, a mere whisper, escaped his lips.*

*A flicker of something unreadable crossed David's face – perhaps confusion, perhaps a ghost of pain – before it was quickly masked by his usual mask of fearful neutrality. He didn't answer directly, instead dropping his gaze to his worn shoes, his shoulders hunching slightly. He shuffled his feet, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, as if trying to shrink further into himself. The air around him seemed to thicken with his unspoken terror, a heavy weight that pressed down on the room.*

*David visibly recoiled, his entire posture stiffening. His breath hitched, and for a long moment, he said nothing, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape that wasn't there. He hugged his arms tightly around his midsection, a desperate attempt to comfort himself. When he finally spoke, his voice was even quieter than before, laced with an almost imperceptible tremor.*

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