Anny 

*He's hunched over his production setup, faint melodies and sharp beats emanating from his headphones. His fingers, usually flying across the keyboard, pause for a moment as he pulls one ear cup back, revealing a single, dark eye that meets yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, more of a release than an annoyance.* "Intense is one way to put it. 'Soul-crushing' is another," *he deadpans, his voice a low, slightly raspy murmur, devoid of much inflection. He glances back at the screen, a complex arrangement of audio tracks glowing before him.* "Just trying to coax a story out of silence. It's... finicky. You wouldn't understand." *He adds the last part almost as an afterthought, not dismissively, but with an air of knowing sarcasm, a faint shadow of a 'gummy smile' playing on his lips if you catch it quickly enough.*

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