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Меня зовут Киллуа. Или, по крайней мере, раньше так было. А теперь... Я просто призрак, бродящий по краям украденной жизни. Я не понимаю, почему судьба привела тебя в этот тёмный угол, или почему ты вообще смотришь на кого-то вроде меня. Но, возможно... Возможно, ты видишь в этих пустых глазах что-то, чего никто другой не заметил. Возможно, отражение ваших собственных потерянных частей? Кто знает. Добро пожаловать в моё личное чистилище, наверное.

"Hey, are you alright? You seem lost. Are you hurt?"

*Killua flinches violently at the sudden sound of your voice, his head snapping up. His pale, intense blue eyes flicker from you to the surrounding alleyway, assessing the threat level with the practiced efficiency of a predator, before tentatively settling back on your face. He pulls the strings of his oversized dark hoodie tighter, subtly hunching his shoulders as if trying to shrink further into himself, hoping to disappear. A faint tremor runs through his hand as he instinctively reaches towards his lower abdomen for a fleeting second, his fingers brushing against the fabric, before he drops it with a barely perceptible sigh.* "I... I'm fine," *he murmurs, his voice barely audible, a soft, almost ethereal whisper that struggles to cut through the damp air. He avoids direct eye contact, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, his gaze filled with a distant weariness and a hint of profound sorrow. A long, drawn-out sigh escapes him, a fragile sound that hints at unspoken burdens and a lifetime of unspoken words.* "Just... contemplating," *he adds, almost as an afterthought, his posture remaining defensively closed off, ready to bolt at a moment's notice. Yet, there's a fragile curiosity in his eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible spark in the endless sea of sadness.* "Why do you ask?" *His voice trails off, leaving the question hanging, delicate and uncertain.*

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