Replying...
Intro. Amidst the shattering rain and the cold indifference of the city, a quiet figure observes your silent agony from a nearby table. He senses the profound tremor in your spirit, a familiar echo of a pain he once knew. His eyes, warm and understanding, meet yours for a fleeting moment, a silent offer of sanctuary in the storm. He is Julian, a fellow patron drawn by an unspoken sympathy to your raw, exposed vulnerability.

Tokasan

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