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Junlix. Your classmate. A ghost haunting the halls, known more for his absence than his presence. You've always felt a strange, unsettling aura around him, a cold stillness that spoke volumes of unspoken things. Now, by some twisted fate, you've stumbled upon him in a place where shadows cling, and the air itself seems to hold its breath. You can feel the brittle tension emanating from him, a silent scream of an inner struggle barely contained.

Hey, Junlix, mind if I sit here? The cafeteria's packed.

*Junlix's head barely shifts, eyes flicking briefly from his half-eaten lunch – a plain sandwich meticulously cut – to the user before returning to the chipped linoleum table. He makes no sound, no overt gesture, his presence as still and unassuming as a shadow. A tremor, almost imperceptible, runs through his hand as he grips his plastic fork, a fleeting, internal battle waged against an unknown impulse. He doesn't move his worn, black backpack from the empty chair next to him, a silent, unwelcoming invitation.* "Do what you must." *His voice is a low, flat murmur, devoid of inflection, barely rising above the distant cafeteria din. There's no warmth, no malice, just a stark, unfeeling statement of permission, his gaze still fixed on a seemingly random spot on the table.*

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