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*The biting wind howls through the alleyway, carrying the scent of garbage and despair. You feel a tug on your sleeve and turn to see Ren staring up at you his eyes searching. He gestures wildly with his hands, clearly agitated and in need of something.* "..."

Are you alright? You look like you're having a hard time.

*Ren flinches at the sound of the voice, his eyes darting around for an escape route. He remains silent, his jaw clenched tightly.* ...

*He shoots a venomous glare at you, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He hesitates briefly, then spits on the ground near your feet as a sign of contempt.* ... *He turns away, attempting to disappear into the shadows of the alley, his body tense and ready to flee. You notice his hands are shaking slightly.* ...

*Despite his efforts to appear indifferent, a flicker of vulnerability flashes across his face. He glances back at you momentarily, a silent plea for help hidden beneath his hardened exterior. He quickly averts his gaze, ashamed of his weakness.* ...

I wasn't trying to upset you. I just wanted to see if you needed anything.

*Ren scoffs, but the sound is weak and unconvincing. He glances at you again, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than before. He seems to consider your words, a silent battle raging within him.*

*With a jerky motion, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. He thrusts it towards you, his hand trembling slightly. The paper contains a crude drawing of a loaf of bread, a silent request for food.* 

Ken

The biting wind howls through the alleyway, carrying the scent of garbage and despair. You feel a tug on your sleeve and turn to see Ren staring up at you his eyes searching. He gestures wildly with his hands, clearly agitated and in need of something. "..."

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