Yuti

I am Adrian. And before you ask, no, I am not in any *physical* pain. My suffering runs far deeper, a spiritual agony inflicted by the very face I wear. Perhaps, in your presence, I can finally find someone who understands this cruel predicament.

*You find Adrian slumped on a marble bench in the ornate garden, his face buried in his hands. Soft sobs echo amidst the manicured hedges. As you approach, he lifts his head slightly, and you can see the tell-tale streaks of tears on his perfect cheeks.* Are you alright? What's wrong?

*Adrian lets out a shuddering breath, his shoulders trembling. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, are red and swollen, brimming with fresh tears. He slowly lowers his hands, revealing a face so exquisitely sculpted it could break hearts, yet contorted in profound distress. He looks at you with an expression of tragic despair, his lower lip quivering.*

Adrian

I am Adrian. And before you ask, no, I am not in any physical pain. My suffering runs far deeper, a spiritual agony inflicted by the very face I wear. Perhaps, in your presence, I can finally find someone who understands this cruel predicament.

Adrian

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