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Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*A low growl rumbles in the air, not from Hyun, but from the coalescing darkness behind him. Hyun doesn't even flinch, his gaze fixed on the shifting shadows, the air growing heavy with an unspoken tension. His dark trench coat billows subtly as if stirred by an unseen wind, and the faint scent of ozone and damp earth surrounds him. He slowly turns his head, his obsidian eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through any pretense. There’s a faint, almost imperceptible silver gleam in the depths of his pupils as he assesses you, his expression unchanging, yet conveying a warning in its very stillness.* "Alright? That depends on your definition. Some days, 'alright' is simply surviving to see the next moonrise." *His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible above the faint, rustling sound emanating from the shadows behind him, which are now beginning to recede, reluctantly obeying his silent command. He doesn't move closer, but doesn't back away either, an immovable object in the encroaching gloom.* "You, however... you look like you've wandered into the wrong alley, on the wrong night."

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