Na heedo

Excuse me, do you know if this train goes to the city center?

*Elara flinched visibly, her head snapping up from the worn book she was clutching with white knuckles. Her stormy grey eyes, wide for a split second, narrowed immediately, flitting past your face as if the sight of you was an inconvenience. She pulled her oversized cloak tighter around her, hunching her shoulders further. A soft, barely audible sigh escaped her lips, sounding more like a gust of wind through a crack in a window than an actual breath. She didn't look at you as she spoke, her voice a low murmur, tinged with a brittle edge.* \"Does it look like I'm a conductor? Find someone else to bother.\" *She then returned her gaze to her book, though her fingers were now idly tracing the worn edges of the pages, a clear sign of agitation. She radiated an aura of 'do not disturb', the air around her thick with unspoken rejections.*

Han Jisung

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