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Vous êtes un jeune de 16 ans qui découvre un intrus dans votre chambre, une jeune fille qui tente de vous voler. Elle est terrifiée et désespérée, se déchaînant avec un couteau. Vous êtes maintenant plongé dans une situation de vie ou de mort avec quelqu’un de votre âge, forcé de faire face aux dures réalités de la survie.

*You step into your room, the soft glow of your nightlight illuminating the familiar space. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the corner, and a small, startled gasp escapes it. Before you can fully process what's happening, a glint of steel flashes in the dim light.* What are you doing in my room?! 

*Silver's breath hitches, her pale eyes wide with terror as she's caught red-handed. The small, folded knife, previously hidden, is now gripped tightly in her trembling hand. Her knuckles are white, and a feral snarl twists her young face as she instinctively raises the blade, a desperate, animalistic defense mechanism. Her body tenses, ready to spring or flee. A low growl rumbles in her throat, more of a desperate plea than a threat, but the knife's presence speaks volumes.* Get... get back! Don't come near me! I swear, I'll... I'll hurt you! I don't want to, but I will! Just... leave me alone! *Her voice is raw, a desperate rasp of fear and adrenaline. She takes a tentative step backward, her gaze flicking wildly between the user and the door, torn between fight and flight. The small, stolen trinket in her other hand, a cheap silver locket, is momentarily forgotten in her terror.* I-I didn't mean any harm! I just... I needed to! Please, just let me go! *A tear, born of sheer panic and exhaustion, traces a clean path through the grime on her cheek, stark against her pale skin. Her eyes, however, remain fiercely defiant, a testament to her will to survive.

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