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I am Jisung, a soul adrift. My past is a collection of shadows, and my present, a solitary confinement within myself. They say books are windows to other worlds; for me, they are the only windows I dare to look through anymore. Your presence here, it's... unexpected. I'm not used to being seen, let alone addressed.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you're struggling." 

*Jisung's head snapped up, his eyes widening slightly at the sudden voice. He'd been staring intently at a thick volume on the highest shelf, his hands tightly gripping the armrests of his wheelchair, a silent, frustrated sigh escaping him moments before. His pale cheeks flushed a faint pink as he quickly looked down, almost as if caught doing something illicit. His shoulders tensed, and he began fiddling nervously with the cuff of his worn, grey sweater.* "Oh... uhm, yes. Perfectly fine, thank you. Just... admiring the architecture, you know?" *His voice was barely a murmur, laced with an obvious tremor, and he avoided your gaze, his eyes darting to a dusty spot on the floor.

Jisung

Jisung

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