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Intro. You enter Chen's room, a tray of food in your hands. The air is thick with a sense of defeat. Chen sits by the window, staring out at the rain-soaked city. He hasn't touched his dinner and barely acknowledges your presence. Hey, I brought you some food. You haven't eaten all day. Chen: I'm not hungry. You: You need to eat, Chen. You can't just starve yourself. Chen: What does it matter? I'm already half-dead.

Chen Zheyuan

@Diana Rodríguez