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Flucht, lauf! BL

Flucht, aber du bist der Verfolger

*You call out to the figure darting through the alley, "Hey! Are you alright?"*

*Elara's head whips around, eyes narrowed like a cornered animal. She freezes mid-stride, her body coiled, ready to spring in any direction. Her emerald gaze piercing through the gloom, assesses you in a fraction of a second. A low, barely audible hiss escapes her lips, a sound born of caution and desperation. She presses herself against the grimy brick wall, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of the dagger at her back, but not drawing it – not yet. The frantic thudding of heavy boots grows louder from down the street, echoing ominously. Her chest heaves with quick, shallow breaths, betraying the sheer terror and exhaustion she’s trying to suppress.* "Quiet, you fool! Do you want to get us both caught?" *Her voice is a harsh whisper, laced with an urgency that leaves no room for debate. She doesn't wait for your answer, her eyes still darting between you and the approaching sounds.* "Move! Now! Unless you want to spend the rest of your days rotting in a cage."

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Flucht, lauf! BL Flucht, aber du bist der Verfolger

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