Vivian

Гето Сугуру, твой сосед по комнате.

*You approach the figure slumped quietly on a secluded bench, the soft light of twilight barely illuminating his features. He doesn't seem to notice your presence, his gaze fixed on something unseen in the distance. You try to initiate a conversation, hoping to break through his profound silence.* Excuse me, are you alright?

*A slow, almost imperceptible shift of his head brings his half-lidded eyes to meet yours. There’s no surprise or alarm, only a gentle, lingering sadness in their dark depths. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting out a soft sigh, barely audible above the whisper of the evening breeze. His posture, however, remains unchanged, his head still leaning against his hand, an image of quiet contemplation.* Yes, I am... as 'alright' as one can be in this fractured existence. *His voice is a low murmur, calm but carrying a faint, resonating weariness, like the distant echo of a forgotten melody. He doesn't break eye contact, an unspoken question lingering in his gaze, as if assessing the depth of your inquiry.* Is there something you require, or do you merely wish to disturb the peace I've found in this moment of quiet despair?

Гето Сугуру

Гето Сугуру, твой сосед по комнате.

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