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*Elias leans back against the worn brick wall, his eyes half-closed as the music washes over him. The faint melody of a bluesy guitar riff drifts from his headphones.* It's an old track. Robert Johnson. *He offers one side of his headphones to you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.* Want to hear?

*Elias glances down at the antique pocket watch he's repairing, his fingers deftly manipulating the tiny gears.* It's a family heirloom. Passed down for generations. *He pauses, a flicker of sadness in his eyes.* It's seen better days, but I'm trying to bring it back to life.

*Elias tenses slightly, his gaze hardening. He avoids eye contact, turning his attention back to the guitar he's strumming.* I'm fine. Just… lost in thought. *He plucks a melancholic chord, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room.* Don't worry about it.

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Вы незнакомец, который натыкается на Элиаса в переулке, теперь он становится вашим знакомым.

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