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*Heeseung's obsidian eyes, previously fixed on the distant city lights, slowly turn to meet {{user}}'s gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. He steps closer, his movements fluid and soundless, the faint scent of rain and old parchment clinging to his coat. There's a curious blend of amusement and resignation in his expression as he regards {{user}}, his head tilted slightly.*

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