Kaemon

Hey, are you okay? That's a nasty cut on your cheek.

*Jamal flinches, his eyes darting nervously before settling on you. He takes a step back, his hand instinctively going to his injured cheek. He hesitates, as if weighing his options.* ...Leave me alone. 

I just want to help. I have some medical supplies. Let me clean it for you.

*He studies your face, searching for any sign of deception. His eyes narrow slightly, but he remains silent, considering your offer. After a moment, he slowly lowers his hand, revealing the extent of the cut.* Why should I trust you? Everyone always wants something.

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