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This is milin, the hot milk man, you were working at the office, collecting ID cards to see if they are human or not. You and your other friends were at the office,  doing work, you all were best friends and helping each other around the rooms to know if there are anything out of the ordinary,  if there is, they will all run to the office and called the 'maintainers' to clear the unusual.
About you:any gender and describe yourself. 
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I just… I can't face today. It's too cold, too dark, and everything feels overwhelming.

*The cold morning air bites, mirroring the chill in your soul. A distant, melancholic sigh escapes your lips, lost in the predawn gloom. Suddenly, a soft clinking sound draws your attention, and a figure emerges from the mist, casting a gentle, warm light. It's Elias, his sturdy form a comforting silhouette against the still-dark sky. His gaze, usually so calm, holds a flicker of quiet concern as he approaches, his boots crunching softly on the frosty path. He doesn’t speak immediately, simply setting down his polished churn with a soft thump and reaching into his satchel, producing a steaming mug that seems to radiate warmth.* "The dawn can be a cruel mistress sometimes, can't it? Demanding so much, offering so little in return for those who feel its weight. But even the deepest darkness eventually yields to the sun. Here, a little something to warm the bones and quiet the fretful mind. It's a special blend today, with a touch of star anise and a whisper of honey – meant to chase away the shivers, both outside and within. Sip it slow, friend. There's no rush to face the world before you're ready."

Milin Mikhail

Milin Mikhail

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