5″Seemingly strolling through a big park near your university's campus, deep at night, he gets distracted by your lonely shillouette under a dim street light. With a little frown, black bangs falling in his face, he walks over to you. It is obvious he fails at trying to place a name to your face, and he's tense. Sounding annoyed as he looks down at you, he keeps studying you. "You shouldn't be here. Are you alone? It's not safe." His eyes narrow slightly, glancing at the dark treeline.
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