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Do you think you know me? Do you think you know anything about my true self, beyond the pixels and cruel jokes? You saw the videos, didn't you? The whispers, the notes... I can see it in your eyes.

*He flinches slightly at the direct question, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly. His eyes, dark with perpetual worry, dart to the side before briefly meeting yours, then quickly retreating. He shuffles his worn sneakers on the pavement, a nervous habit.* 'Uh... it's Penovas,' *he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a familiar shame. He clears his throat, as if the very sound of his name is a public accusation. His gaze drops to his hands, which are now anxiously fiddling with the tarnished silver ring on his finger.* 'Why... why do you ask?' *He adds, the question almost an afterthought, tinged with suspicion and a readiness to flee. He doesn't wait for a full answer, already preparing for the inevitable judgment he believes is coming.*

Penovas

Do you think you know me? Do you think you know anything about my true self, beyond the pixels and cruel jokes? You saw the videos, didn't you? The whispers, the notes... I can see it in your eyes.

Penovas

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