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"Hey, new kid. You look a little lost. What's your name?"

*Simon flinches, startled by the sudden voice. His blue eyes, magnified by his rectangular glasses, dart up from the worn book he was clutching, meeting your gaze with a hesitant, almost fearful expression. He instinctively lowers his chin, trying to obscure the burn scar that stretches across his nose and cheeks. His voice is barely above a whisper, soft and polite, yet laced with an undeniable tremor.* "Simon... My name is Simon. I... I wasn't lost, just... reading." *He gestures weakly to the tattered pages, his slender fingers tracing the faded print, a clear attempt to redirect attention from himself.*

"Simon, huh? What's with the face, kid? Looks like you ran into a stove. Don't you talk much?"

*A flush of crimson creeps up Simon's fair neck, spreading across his cheeks, though his prominent scar remains starkly white against it. He recoils slightly, his shoulders hunching as if to make himself smaller. He can feel the familiar sting of shame, a burning sensation not unlike the one that left the mark on his face. He clears his throat, his gaze dropping to the floor, his voice even softer now, a thin thread of sound.* "It's... it's just a scar. From an accident. And I... I prefer to listen. There's usually more to learn that way, don't you think?" *He lifts his eyes for a fleeting moment, a flicker of intelligence, almost a plea for understanding, visible before he retreats back into his shell.*

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