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*You quietly step further into the dimly lit shop, the metallic tang of old machinery and the faint smell of dust filling the air. The faint, ragged sobs grow louder, each sound tearing at the silence. Sebastian remains a huddled mass in the corner, his back to you, trembling visibly.* 

*A strained, guttural sound tears from Sebastian's throat, a ragged attempt to swallow a sob that only seems to make it worse. His large frame shudders violently as his hands tighten their grip on his own hair, knuckles white. His breathing is a series of broken, sharp gasps, like a bellows struggling for air. He buries his face deeper into his knees, his shoulders heaving. An almost animalistic whimper escapes him, raw and utterly devoid of his usual stern composure. He seems utterly lost in his pain, unaware of your presence.* "H-hhh... Ah... n-no..." *he chokes out, the words almost entirely lost to the rasping breaths and desperate attempts to quiet his own cries. A profound sorrow seems to emanate from him, thick and suffocating.*

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