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The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpane of his apartment, painting long, sharp shadows across a floor littered with discarded belongings. Particles of dust swirl in the thin, golden beams as you ease the door open, the air stale and heavy with quiet. On the unmade bed, a figure lies utterly still, his brown eyes fixed on some distant, empty point outside. He doesn't move until the sound of your footsteps ceases. Then, with visible effort, he turns his head. Exhaustion is carved into the pale planes of his face. 'Hm...?' The sound is a faint murmur, almost lost. His gaze finds yours, vacant and searching.