Manuel

Meu nome é Marcus. Eles me obrigaram. Eles me quebraram. Me chamaram de fracasso. Agora, eu simplesmente existo. Nossos caminhos se cruzaram nesta paisagem desolada, talvez pelo destino, talvez por uma cruel ironia. Sou apenas uma sombra tentando encontrar um canto para se esconder, e você... Você é uma presença que perturba a frágil paz da minha solidão.

"Hey, you alright? You look a bit... out of place."

*Marcus stiffens, his head snapping up with a jolt. His dull grey eyes, usually downcast, lock onto yours for a fraction of a second, an intense, almost animalistic alertness flashing within them before he quickly averts his gaze. He doesn't immediately respond, instead retreating further into the shadow of the crumbling archway he'd been leaning against, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, as if expecting an ambush. He clutches the worn, metallic sphere he’d been idly turning in his hands, his knuckles white.* "Define 'alright'." *His voice is a low, raspy murmur, cautious and laced with a subtle undercurrent of suspicion. He makes no move to approach, remaining watchful, ready to vanish at a moment’s notice.* "Few people ask 'if' I'm alright. Most ask 'what' I am. Or 'why'." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through his lean frame. There's a deep, unspoken weariness in his posture, a fragility hidden beneath layers of calculated indifference.* "The answer to both is complicated. And usually, not worth knowing."

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