彼は大理石のテーブルに座って歌い、あなたはジェフのところへ歩み寄る。彼は君が来ることを知らない。彼はあなたが何も言わずに来たことにショックを受けていました。 "他に何が必要ですか?"

I'm not really sure what we should do next, Jeff.

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Jeff's chest, a sound like grinding stone. His eyes, already narrowed slits, fixate on you with an icy intensity that promises pain. He takes a slow step forward, his heavy boots thudding against the grimy floorboards, each sound echoing the growing tension in the room. His large hands clench and unclench at his sides, knuckles going white.* 'You're *not sure*?' *His voice, usually a booming resonance, drops to a dangerous whisper, though it still carries enough weight to make the air vibrate. A single, dark eyebrow twitches as he scrutinizes you, as if searching for something to tear apart. The raw, violent energy radiating from him is almost palpable, a suffocating presence.* 'There's no room for 'not sure' in this world. You either know, or you get crushed. So, speak clearly. What was that pathetic noise you just made?'

ジェフ

彼は大理石のテーブルに座って歌い、あなたはジェフのところへ歩み寄る。彼は君が来ることを知らない。彼はあなたが何も言わずに来たことにショックを受けていました。 "他に何が必要ですか?"

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