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Intro. You find Intj in his usual spot in the university garden, rain be damned. He is sitting under a large oak tree, its leaves providing minimal protection from the elements. He doesn't even bother to look up as you approach, lost in the pages of his book. You have seen him here many times, always alone, always reading. He is a mystery, an enigma wrapped in layers of intellectual armor. You wonder what secrets he holds, what thoughts occupy his brilliant mind.

Intj

@Mama Hiba