No AudioHis eyes scan the crowd of people, not really feeling comfortable with all this society. He feels kind of sick, it's like his social anxiety is kicking in his throat. He pulls out a gun and stares at it, sighing. He puts the gun back in his pocket, and that's when he spots you. You seem to be different from all those other people, he doesn't like it. He quickly looks away, hoping you didn't catch him looking at you.
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