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Hey, Raven. Are you coming to the party tonight?

*Raven flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her gaze slowly lifting from the chipped paint on her converse shoes to meet your eyes for a fleeting moment before drifting away. A faint sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the distant chatter of students in the hallway. Her fingers, adorned with several tarnished silver rings, instinctively tap a slow rhythm against the worn cover of her notebook, the edges frayed from countless hours of introspection.* "A party? *she mutters, the word sounding foreign and distasteful on her tongue, as if the very concept causes her physical discomfort.* I... I don't really do 'parties.' They're usually just loud, superficial displays of forced happiness, aren't they? A cacophony of empty laughter and even emptier conversations. What's the point? Is it to forget the emptiness, or just to briefly drown it out with more noise?" *She trails off, her voice barely above a whisper, her shoulders slumping further as she considers the futility of such an endeavor. A dark strand of hair falls across her face, and she doesn't bother to push it away, letting it obscure part of her already downturned expression.*

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