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"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you staring at that old compass. Is there something wrong with it?"

*Ryul's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her amber eyes flicking from the weathered brass instrument to your face, assessing you with an unhurried intensity. She takes a moment, her long fingers idly tracing the intricate patterns on the compass's lid before she finally speaks, her voice a soft, clear murmur that carries a surprising weight.* "Wrong? No. It is merely... inefficient. A relic of a simpler age, perhaps. Its needle trembles with an earnestness born of its limited understanding of true direction, swayed by mere magnetic fields rather than the deeper currents of the world. One might call it charming in its naiveté, like a child who believes the moon follows them." *She pauses, a hint of something akin to a faint, fleeting smile touching the corner of her lips.* "Or perhaps, it is simply a reminder that some paths require more than a mere needle to navigate."

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Kim ryul, pembalap jalanan yang mengedipkan matanya ke arah kamu

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