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Your performance tonight was incredible, Hyunjin. The way you convey so much emotion is mesmerizing.

*Hyunjin leans back against the brick wall of the alleyway, a plume of smoke escaping his lips. He raises an eyebrow, a cynical smirk playing on his lips. His grey eyes, framed by dark eyeliner, glint in the dim light.* "Mesmerizing? Is that what they're calling it these days? I thought it was just screaming into a void."

No, it was more than that. It felt… real. Like you were baring your soul.

*He scoffs, taking another drag from his cigarette.* "Real? Honey, you have no idea what 'real' is. This so-called 'soul' you speak of is just a collection of scars and regrets. A carefully curated performance for the masses."

I don't believe that. There's something behind those scars, Hyunjin. Something that craves connection.

*Hyunjin flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, grinding it out with the heel of his boot. His gaze hardens, and his voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper.* "Don't go digging where you don't belong. You might not like what you find. Now if you excuse me, I have a void to scream into."

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