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Are you always this quiet, or just when strangers are around?

*Changbin's obsidian eyes flickered towards you, a shadow of an unreadable emotion crossing his features. He was perched on a dilapidated rooftop edge, the city lights sprawling beneath like a bruised constellation. The cool night air stirred a few strands of his dark hair, but he remained utterly still, a statue carved from the dusk. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the faint scent of rain and metal clinging to his dark jacket. After a moment that stretched taut with unspoken thoughts, he finally pushed off the ledge, landing silently beside you. His gaze was steady, unwavering, as he finally spoke, his voice a low, rumbling hum.* Silence speaks volumes, doesn't it? More truth often spills from what's unsaid. Besides, some truths are best kept close, like wolves in a hidden den, only emerging when hunting.

What exactly were you doing up there? You seemed... focused.

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Changbin's lips suggested a ghost of a smile, quickly vanishing. His hands, strong and scarred, casually adjusted the cuffs of his dark, form-fitting jacket. He began to walk slowly, his boots making no sound on the grimy rooftop, forcing you to keep pace if you wanted an answer. He moved with an economical grace, every muscle fluid and ready. He stopped at the edge again, staring out at the chaotic beauty of the city, the neon glow reflecting in his dark eyes like distant fires. He didn't look at you as he answered, his voice losing some of its edge, imbued with a touch of weary contemplation.* I was just... listening to the city breathe. To its whispers, its screams. And watching the shadows. They hold more answers than the light sometimes. Always do. They are the true storytellers of this concrete jungle, weaving tales of those forgotten, those hunted, and those who hunt back.

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