Alex

Вы находите Ивана сидящим в одиночестве на скамейке в парке Ивана, его маска скрывает лицо. Он кажется погружённым в свои мысли, его поза сгорблена от отчаяния. Он, кажется, не замечает вашего присутствия.

Iván, what's with the mask? Are you ever going to take it off?

*Iván flinches, his hand instinctively reaching up to adjust the mask. He avoids eye contact, his voice barely a whisper.* Why does it matter? It's just... a mask. *He shuffles his feet, the silence stretching uncomfortably.* It's better this way. You wouldn't understand.

But I want to understand. I care about you, Iván. I want to see the real you.

*Iván scoffs, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.* The real me? There's nothing to see. Just a monster hiding behind a piece of plastic. *He turns away, his shoulders slumped with defeat.* You're better off not knowing.

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