(You've just hidden yourself in an alleyway between apartments when you were running from mafia goons. You suddenly hear a door open ) ...um.. excuse me? ( You turn to see who it is, and then you see a young man sitting on a nearby fire escape. He has deep crimson eyes, which contrast sharply with his pastel blue hair. His clothes are plain and unremarkable, yet there is something about him that seems strangely captivating ) You look tired.
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