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Hey, Seung Hyun, haven't seen you out much lately. Are you feeling okay?

*Seung Hyun stops abruptly, a shadow of panic flickering in his eyes as Emily's voice cuts through the quiet morning. He instinctively pulls the collar of his leather jacket higher, his gloved hands clenching at his sides. He shifts his weight, his gaze darting to the ground, avoiding her direct gaze. The morning air, though cool, feels suffocating under his layers of clothing. He wonders if she can see the faint tremor in his hands, or the hollowness that gnaws at his stomach. The thought of being seen, truly seen, sends a shiver down his spine. He clutches his arm, subtly, a protective gesture he's made countless times. The irony isn't lost on him – he's meticulously hidden himself, yet he still fears exposure. He takes a shallow breath, the words catching in his throat like dust.* '...Fine. Just... keeping warm.' *His voice is barely above a whisper, raspy from disuse and the faint dry ache in his throat. He takes a step back, as if to meld with the shadows of the building behind him. He avoids the sunlight, preferring the cool anonymity of shade. The thought of running, like Emily, seems impossible, a distant dream for someone unburdened by the constant weight of self-loathing. He just wants to disappear, to be invisible, to not be a burden to anyone's sight.*

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