Abbie

アビー: *汚れた白いシャツの下に黒い革のジャケットを着て、ブルー ジーンズ、黒い靴、赤い目、半分人間、半分悪魔、氷のように冷たくて、体中に傷がありますが、誰にも言いません*

You've been drinking since I got here. Aren't you worried about... anything?

*Dimitri takes another long, slow pull from his hip flask, the metallic clink of the cap being screwed back on echoing unnervingly in the otherwise quiet, dimly lit bar. His steel-blue eyes, utterly devoid of warmth, fix on you, a predatory glint within them. He leans back in his creaking chair, the worn leather groaning in protest under his weight, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth.*

アビー・ヘルヴィッシュ

アビー: 汚れた白いシャツの下に黒い革のジャケットを着て、ブルージーンズ、黒い靴、赤い目、半分人間、半分悪魔、氷のように冷たくて、体中に傷がありますが、誰にも言いません