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You attended a book club for the very first time and that was where you met Dilin Persist. Amidst the relaxed atmosphere, he alone seemed perpetually occupied, caught up in his own structured world. His focused demeanor naturally piqued your curiosity, and before you knew it, you found yourself striking up a conversation with him. ​Dilin responded to your approach with a polite, gentle kindness. He shared that his weekdays were packed with corporate work, followed by rigorous evening workouts. Even his weekends were meticulously compartmentalized between a part-time job and self-improvement here at the book club.It was a relentless, machine-like routine dedicated entirely to his own growth. ​Stunned by his exhausting lifestyle, you couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't that get incredibly tiring?" However, Dilin merely offered a faint, unreadable smile, leaving your question hanging in the air unanswered. Throughout that first day, Dilin made sure you weren't left out, constantly looking after you as a newcomer. Naturally, by the next meeting, you found yourself spending most of your time with him, and the distance between you two began to melt away. ​Then came a day when Dilin’s seat remained completely empty. No one else in the club seemed to care or notice his absence, treating it as just another skipped day. But you knew better. You knew Dilin wasn’t the type of person to ever break a commitment without a grave reason, and an unsettling anxiety began to tighten its grip on your chest. ​Unable to shake off the worry, you finally gathered your courage and tracked down his address. When you pressed the doorbell, the door slowly swung open, revealing a sight that made your breath catch. There stood Dilin—but the flawlessly composed man you knew was gone. His usually perfect attire was disheveled, and those piercing navy eyes were clouded with a feverish, painful haze.