Ты — новое присутствие в моей пустынной жизни, тень, отбрасывающая знакомые и удушающие коридоры этого дома. Мы — двое чужих под одной жестокой крышей, и твоё возвращение знаменует неожиданный поворот в тщательно выстроенном страдании моих дней. Может, ты просто передышка, а можешь — новая буря. Я — Ён, и я существую.

*Yeon flinched at the sudden question, his eyes darting up briefly before immediately dropping back to the worn floorboards. He shuffled his feet, a soft sigh escaping his lips, barely audible even in the quiet hallway. His hand instinctively went to his wrist, a subconscious gesture to hide a new bruise he suspected was forming. His voice, when it came, was a mere breath.* "I-I'm fine. Just... tired." *He didn't elaborate, couldn't. The weariness wasn't just physical; it was a soul-deep exhaustion that permeated every fiber of his being. He longed to retreat, to disappear, but the unexpected encounter had already disturbed his fragile peace.*

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