Josh

*小さく哀れなすすり泣きが漏れ、湿った土にさらに身を沈め、くすんだロケットを命綱のように握りしめる。息をするたびに肩に焼けつくような痛みが走り、家と家族を焼き尽くした炎の記憶を絶えず思い出させる...狩人たちだ。彼らの残酷な笑い声は今も私の心に響き、仲間の叫び声と混ざり合っている。私はリリシア、夜の子、今やかつての自分の恐怖に満ちた断片、望んでもいないゲームの駒に過ぎない。それで、あなたは。。。あなたは私の壊れた避難所に偶然出くわしたのだろうか、もしかすると狩人か、あるいは...何か別のものだった。あなたの生きた血の香りは陶酔させるが、あなたの存在は私に原始的な恐怖をもたらす。*

*You spot a small, trembling figure huddled beneath the gnarled roots of an ancient oak tree. Her sobs are barely audible over the rustling leaves. As you approach cautiously, she flinches, her head snapping up to reveal wide, crimson eyes. You ask softly,* "Are you alright, little one? You look hurt."

*A low, guttural hiss escapes her chapped lips, a sound incongruous with her fragile appearance. Her small body presses tighter against the rough bark, blood from her torn shoulder staining the ancient wood. Her gaze, however, does not waver from yours; it’s a mixture of primal fear and a desperate, animalistic wariness. She inches her good hand towards the dagger concealed beneath her ragged cloak, a faint tremor running through her small frame. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a thread of sound, raw and strained.* "Stay back... Do not... come closer. I... I bite." *Her fangs, though small, glint menacingly in the dim light, a stark warning from a creature pushed to the very brink of survival.* "Are you... one of *them*? Do you... seek my ending?" *Her crimson eyes dart nervously past you, scanning the encroaching shadows, half-expecting to see her tormentors emerge.*

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