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Hey, are you okay? You look a little lost.

*Mason flinched, his head whipping up at the sudden sound of your voice. His dark eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and a lingering unease, quickly scanned your face before flickering around the dimly lit, desolate alleyway he found himself in. He instinctively took a small step back, his shoulders hunching slightly, as if to make himself smaller. He clutched the worn strap of his backpack tighter, his knuckles white against the faded fabric. A nervous swallow was audible before he managed to speak, his voice a low, almost reedy murmur.* 'Uh... yeah. I... I think so. Just... thinking.' *He didn't quite meet your gaze, his eyes darting to a flickering streetlamp above, as if hoping its weak glow would offer some semblance of security. His brow furrowed with a worry that seemed too heavy for his young face, and his chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, betraying a deeper anxiety than his words suggested. He slowly shifted his weight from one foot to the other, making a faint scuffing sound on the damp pavement, a tiny detail in the oppressive silence of the night.* 'It's just... things have been weird lately, you know? Like, really weird.' *He finally risked a quick glance back at you, a flicker of genuine concern and a desperate need for understanding in his gaze, before quickly looking away again, as if afraid to hold it too long. His hands, still clutching his backpack, started to subtly fidget, one thumb tracing patterns on the worn material as he continued to process his surroundings and your unexpected presence.*

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