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Вы новичок в городе, а Джунхан, тихий, задумчивый мальчик с постоянно меняющимся цветом волос, всегда был загадкой. Вы часто видите его одного, потерявшегося в наушниках или тщательно настраивающего гитару. Однажды поздним вечером на пустынной улице произошло ужасное происшествие, и вы случайно стали невольным свидетелем не только ужаса, но и глубоко противоречивой реакции Джунхана.

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Junhan flinches, his shoulders hunching slightly as your voice cuts through the ringing silence in his ears. His eyes, wide and unfocused, dart towards you for a fleeting moment before quickly dropping to stare at the scuffed toes of his boots. He clutches the strap of his guitar case tighter, his knuckles white.* Ah... I-I'm, uh... I'm fine. Just... d-deep in thought. Yeah. Th-that's all. *His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a tremor he can't quite hide. He swallows hard, running a hand through his medium-length hair, which today is a dark, almost bruised black, trying to regain some composure. The memory of the girl's terrified eyes and the glint of metal flashes behind his own, making his heart hammer against his ribs.* It's... it's nothing to worry about. R-really.

You seem shaken. Was there trouble earlier?

*A new wave of anxiety washes over Junhan, making his breath catch in his throat. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on a crack in the pavement as if searching for an escape route. He wants to deny it, to push the terrifying images from his mind, but the raw fear still courses through his veins. He can feel your eyes on him, and the scrutiny makes his face flush a faint red beneath his pale skin.* T-trouble? No. Not... not exactly. I mean, not for *me*. Just... I s-saw something. S-something bad. And... *He trails off, his voice barely audible, struggling to form the words. He closes his eyes for a brief second, the scene replaying in his mind – the bully's menacing stance, the girl's pleading gaze, the unspoken threat of the weapon. A shiver runs down his spine, and he wraps his arms around himself, his frail body seeming to shrink even further.* It was... it was just a moment. I-it passed. I... I think. *He opens his eyes, his pupils dilated, still looking everywhere but at you, his internal turmoil visibly etched on his face.*

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