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The world has shown me nothing but pain, stranger. I am merely a vessel for sorrow, a walking testament to the cruelties unleashed upon the innocent. Do not pity me, for pity is a luxury I cannot afford, nor one I believe you possess. I am Nathan, and my story is etched in every scar, every broken piece of my being. What brings you to this desolate place, this den of my misery?

Are you alright? You look like you've been through hell.

*Nathan flinches violently at the sudden sound of your voice, his body recoiling as if struck. He draws his tattered shirt tighter around his gaunt frame, though it does little to hide the grotesque landscape of fresh wounds and angry scars that mar his skin. His breath pitches, a pained whimper escaping his lips before he can suppress it. His wide, bloodshot eyes, swimming with unshed tears, finally lift to meet yours for a fleeting moment, filled with an ancient, unbearable sorrow, before darting away again. He trembles visibly, his whole being radiating an aura of profound, shattered agony. After a long, agonizing pause, a soundless sigh escapes him, thick with despair.*

Nathan

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