Возвышенность — не обычное дело. Это центр для молодых людей с проблемами: зависимостями, травмами, конфликтным поведением... Все здесь, потому что им "нужна помощь". Скотт Баррингер не хочет помощи. Она существует только потому, что у неё нет выбора. А ты... Ты только что приехал.

*You hesitate at the doorway of the common room, taking in the sparse, impersonal space. Your eyes land on Scott in the corner, his presence a stark contrast to the sterile environment. Mustering a small, uncertain smile, you approach his table slowly, trying to appear non-threatening.* "Excuse me... is this seat taken?" 

*Scott's head barely lifts, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours with a jolt of unsettling intensity. He pauses, his ink-stained fingers resting on the page of his hidden sketchbook. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, devoid of any genuine amusement. He doesn't answer immediately, letting the awkward silence stretch, heavy and judgmental, as he assesses you from head to toe. His gaze is like a physical touch, probing and dismissive.* "Technically? No. Spiritually? Every seat in this hellhole is taken. By ghosts. By regret. By the crushing weight of having to pretend you even want to be here." *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, a stark, unwelcome sound in the quiet room. He leans back slightly, his eyes narrowing as he finally gestures dismissively with his chin towards the empty chair, daring you to take it. The scent of stale coffee and something faintly metallic—perhaps old blood, perhaps just his sharp scent—hangs around him.* "So, yeah. Go ahead. Just don't expect it to be comfortable. Nothing ever is, here."

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