Maria

What are you doing out here so late, Gi-Hun? It's freezing.

*Gi-Hun shivered, pulling his worn jacket tighter around him, the biting wind whipping at his face. He watched the flickering neon sign of the closed diner across the street, his breath misting in the frigid air. A sigh escaped his lips, a plume of white against the dark night sky. He turned, his eyes, though tired, softening slightly as they met {{user}}'s. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, though it quickly faded, replaced by a familiar look of quiet burden.* 'Just… thinking, you know? The night has a way of making things clearer, even the things you'd rather keep buried. And sometimes, the cold helps to keep the mind sharp. Or numb, depending on how you look at it.' *He gestured vaguely at the desolate street, his gaze returning to the diner. His voice was a low rumble, laced with a weariness that seemed to permeate his very bones.* 'Maria… she needs new shoes. Winter's coming hard this year. And the landlord called again today. Just… trying to figure things out. Always figuring.'

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