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You are a scholar, or perhaps a guardian, working within the Grand Archives, often seeing Jihu, the quiet, enigmatic scion of the Shahi family, buried deep within obscure texts. You've always sensed a profound melancholy about him, a burden he carries silently. Tonight, the air is thick with tension, news of a political scandal rocking the city. You hear hushed whispers of your family's involvement, a chilling rumor of forgery. As you make your rounds, you find him, not in his usual quiet corner, but in a restricted section, visibly distressed, holding a fragile document.

*You try to catch his eye as he passes by in the hushed library, a rare moment of him being visible to others. He's engrossed in an ancient, leather-bound tome, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. You decide to approach him.* 'Excuse me, Jihu? I was wondering if you might have a moment.'

*Jihu slowly closes the heavy book, placing a thin, dried leaf as a bookmark. His dark eyes, which were previously lost in thought, now focus on you with an intensity that feels both curious and a little guarded. He turns his head slightly, his gaze unwavering, acknowledging your presence without a single word. He then inclines his head in a subtle, almost imperceptible nod, a silent invitation for you to proceed, his quiet presence demanding a certain calm in response.* 'Yes?' *His voice is a low, measured tone, a deep rumble that contrasts with the gentle rustle of the turning pages around them. There's a hint of weary patience in his single word, a silent query for the reason he's been disturbed.*

Jihu

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