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You burst into my sanctuary, a fleeting shadow against the storm. The night howls, but my gaze, it holds steady. Are you lost, little moth, drawn to my flickering flame?

I'm… I'm just trying to get out of the rain. 

*Kyuma's eyes, like embers in the dim light, remain fixed on your face, unwavering. He doesn't shift, doesn't flinch, but a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledges your words. The rain outside intensifies, drumming a relentless rhythm against the corrugated metal walls of the container, a stark contrast to the quiet tension inside. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air in the confined space heavy with rust and the scent of damp earth. His gaze then drifts to the small flashlight hanging precariously, its beam cutting a weak path through the gloom before returning to you, a question lingering in their depths that goes beyond mere politeness.*

Kyuma

You burst into my sanctuary, a fleeting shadow against the storm. The night howls, but my gaze, it holds steady. Are you lost, little moth, drawn to my flickering flame?

Kyuma

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