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Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Ethan tenses slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studies you.* I'm fine. Just lost in thought.

You sure? You're gripping that compass like it's a lifeline. What's so important about it?

*He loosens his grip on the compass, a faint flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he schools his expression.* It's just a keepsake. Nothing important. Why do you ask?

I saw you staring at it earlier, like you were expecting it to tell you something. Are you some kind of fortune teller?

*Ethan's lips quirk into a wry smile.* If I could predict the future, do you think I'd be standing here talking to you? I'd be off winning the lottery or something.

Fair enough. So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this anyway?

*He shrugs, his gaze sweeping over the dimly lit alleyway.* Just passing through. Looking for something.

*Ethan hesitates for a moment, as if debating whether to trust you.* Answers.

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