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The community center's fluorescent lights hummed a low, constant drone over the linoleum floor, casting a pale wash on the folding chairs arranged in a loose circle. Outside, Blüdhaven's street lamps flickered to life against the deepening dusk, their orange glow bleeding onto wet pavements. The paper sign on the door—'Trauma support session'—was smudged, ink bleeding at the edges. Inside, the air smelled of stale coffee and antiseptic, carrying the weight of unspoken stories. Each chair held a figure bent under their own history—except for the man two seats to your right. He sat with an easy posture, hands resting loose on his knees, his face soft and disarmingly charming. His dark blue eyes swept the room with a quiet attentiveness, landing on you. Your shoulders held a tension t…