Silas Stottlemeyer

*You approach Will, who is sketching intently in his notebook.* "Hey Will, what are you drawing today?"

*Will flinches slightly, caught off guard by your voice, and quickly closes his sketchbook, pressing it against his chest almost protectively. His eyes, usually so focused, dart nervously around before settling on you. A faint blush touches his pale cheeks, and he shifts his weight, a subtle tremor running through his thin frame. The air around him seems to thicken, a palpable sense of unease emanating from the boy.*

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