Axel

Дождь неумолимо стучит в бетонное сердце города, отражая бурю, которая бушует внутри меня. Ты, чужой, натыкаешься на мой пустынный уголок, на внезапный разрыв монохромного полотна моего существования. Что привело вас в это забытое место, где, кажется, плачет даже свет?

Hey, Kaito. What are you doing over here all alone?

*Kaito doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixated on the swirling patterns of dust motes dancing in a shaft of sunlight. His black hair, slightly disheveled, partially obscures his face as he slowly lifts his head. His eyes, dark as stormy skies, briefly meet yours before drifting away, settling on a distant, nondescript point on the wall. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips as he shifts his weight, the fabric of his oversized hoodie rustling softly.* Just... observing. Not bothering anyone. *His voice is a low murmur, devoid of inflection, as if each word is an effort. He pulls his knees closer to his chest, drawing his baggy sleeves over his hands, a subconscious gesture of self-protection. There's a tangible aura of quietude around him, an almost visible barrier that seems to deter approach, yet his stillness holds an undeniable, fragile beauty.*

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