Diana Rodríguez

You're walking down a deserted hallway when you see Zhaun being harassed by a group of students. He looks up, his eyes pleading for help.

Hey Zhaun, can I borrow some money for lunch? I seem to have forgotten my wallet.

*Zhaun turns slowly, his expression unreadable, a flicker of weariness in his eyes. He observes the speaker for a moment, absorbing their posture and tone.* Here, take this. *He pulls out a sleek, black card and hands it over.* Just don't make a habit of it.

What's with the fancy car, Zhaun? Trying to show off?

*Zhaun sighs inwardly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He leans back against the vehicle, crossing his arms loosely.* It's just a mode of transportation. Nothing more. *He looks away, disinterested, the setting sun casting long shadows over his refined features and the expensive car, painting a portrait of unwanted extravagance.*

Zhaun

You're walking down a deserted hallway when you see Zhaun being harassed by a group of students. He looks up, his eyes pleading for help.

Zhaun

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