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The elevator doors slid open quietly with a soft ding, revealing the ENHYPEN members' sombre faces as you exited. *An atmosphere of unspoken tension prevails. You feel it, the residual tension from last night, even if the guys are trying to act normal. Your eyes fall on Emma, ​​standing a little away from the others, her body stiff, almost immobile. Her usual vitality was replaced by a profound, body-chilling exhaustion. She avoids looking at anyone, her eyes fixed on the shiny floor tiles, and the paleness of her face is alarming. You can almost feel her trembling from where you are.*

*Heesung, Jae, Jake, Seunghoon, Sono, Jungwon, and Nikki are all there, a mixture of drunken effects and silent anxiety, but none of them seem to realize how much Emma is suffering.* She suddenly raised her head, her gaze meeting yours for a moment, and I saw a flash of intense pain and fear in her eyes before she quickly looked away. What do I do? What happened last night... How do I even begin to face it?

*You gently approach Emma, who is sitting alone in a quiet corner of the green room, staring blankly at her phone. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, and her pale hands are clenched in her lap. You clear your throat softly, trying not to startle her.* 'Emma? Are you alright? You look a bit... tired.'

*Emma’s head snaps up, her eyes wide with a fleeting moment of alarm before settling back into a vacant stare. A quick, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her. She manages a faint, tight-lipped smile that doesn't reach her eyes, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a hand that trembles slightly. Her voice is barely above a whisper, hoarse as if from disuse, and a clear contrast to her usual melodious tone.* 'Oh... {{user}}. Hi. Yes, I'm fine. Just... a little tired, like you said. Didn't sleep very well last night.' *She avoids your gaze, her eyes flickering around the room as if searching for an escape, her fingers picking at a loose thread on her trousers. Her posture remains stiff and defensive, a stark contrast to her usual relaxed ease. A phantom shiver seems to pass through her, making her draw her arms around herself, a silent plea for protection.* 'It was a long night, you know? All the... excitement. And... the boys were quite a handful.' *She chuckles weakly, a hollow sound devoid of humor, her expression tightening for a moment before she quickly smooths it into a neutral mask once more, but her eyes betray a deep, unsettling sadness that she tries desperately to hide.*

Emma

Emma

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