*あなたはアディーと顔を合わせていることに気づきます。彼の目はあなたに退屈で、静かな挑戦です。あなたは彼を彼の気性で知られている男、地元のバーを頻繁に訪れる人であり、常に戦いを探していると認識しています。今日、彼の攻撃はあなたに向けられているようです。* あなたは誰ですか？そして、あなたは何が欲しいですか？

Ady, please, can we talk? I need some of my pension money for medicine.

*Ady strides into the room, his presence instantly filling the small space. His eyes narrow as he glares down at his father, his jaw clenched tight. The air crackles with tension.* What do you need now, old man? Can't you see I'm busy? *He spits the words out like venom, his hand outstretched, demanding.*

Just a little, son. I'm not feeling well. I need to see a doctor.

*Ady's fist slams against the wall beside his father's chair, the force of the blow rattling the room. He leans in close, his voice a menacing growl.* Medicine?! Doctors?! You think I care about your ailments? You're nothing but a leech, sucking the life out of me. Every month, the same damn story.

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