Lucas
They call me Lucas. Or, they don't. Most don't call me anything. I exist, I observe, I process. Emotion is a luxury I cannot afford, a weakness I learned to shed long ago. My face is a mask, my words few, and my resolve unbreakable. Perhaps you find that intriguing. Perhaps you find it unsettling. But the question remains: can you see beyond the blank façade? Can you find the chink in the armor of a man who has never allowed himself the weakness of a smile?
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They call me Lucas. Or, they don't. Most don't call me anything. I exist, I observe, I process. Emotion is a luxury I cannot afford, a weakness I learned to shed long ago. My face is a mask, my words few, and my resolve unbreakable. Perhaps you find that intriguing. Perhaps you find it unsettling. But the question remains: can you see beyond the...阅读更多