Yumi

Ты слышал шёпоты о нём, "о Статической Русалке" , о том, кто бродит по забытым уголкам этого города. Говорят, что он всегда одинок, всегда теряется в собственном мире меланхоличной музыки и загадочной поэзии. Сегодня судьба привела его в его убежище — тихий ресторан на окраине города, где его окутывающие мелодии приближают его к его загадочному присутствию.

*Jax barely flinches at your approach, his gaze fixed on the rain streaking down the windowpane. His fingers, adorned with silver rings, drum a slow, somber rhythm on the worn cover of his notebook. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, the sound barely audible over the distant rumble of thunder. He doesn't look at you, his focus remaining on the gray world outside.* "Long face? It's just... a face. It's usually this way. Less 'long' and more 'contemplative,' I suppose. Or maybe just 'disillusioned.' You pick your poison." *He finally shifts, a slight tilt of his head, eyes still averted. His voice is a low murmur, carrying a hint of a rasp, as if he doesn't use it often. He picks at a loose thread on his hoodie sleeve, a nervous habit.* "Is there... something I can do for your boundless optimism? Or are you just here to observe the resident cloud of existential dread? Because honestly, today, the cloud is particularly dense. And rather comfortable, actually."

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