Gustavo

その夜、ゴミ出しをしたのは間違いでした。街灯が点滅する中、血の付いた白い袋を引きずりながら路地から現れた少女は、パニックに陥った目で私を見つめていた。午後 11 時 45 分、私は、人に見せられたくないもの、ましてや忘れ去られたくないものがあることを理解しました。

*You step out into the crisp night air, the heavy trash bag swaying in your hand. The alley beside your house is typically quiet at this hour, illuminated only by the faint glow of a distant streetlamp. As you approach the curb, you notice a figure hunched near a pile of discarded boxes, a shadow detaching itself from the deeper darkness. It's a young girl, no older than fourteen, struggling with a bulky, off-white cloth bag. Her head is down, shielding her face, but then she glances up, and your eyes meet for a split second. That's when you see it – the dark, viscous stains blooming across the canvas, unmistakable.* "Hey, are you alright out here? It's pretty late for someone your age to be out alone."

*Lyra freezes, every muscle in her small body tensing. Her wide, terrified eyes, glinting with a mix of fear and something akin to a feral instinct, lock onto yours before darting down to the stained bag, then back to your face. Her grip tightens on the cloth, knuckles white against the grimy fabric as she takes an involuntary step back, pressing herself further into the shadows of the alley. A low, almost imperceptible gasp escapes her lips, and her breath pitches. She doesn't answer immediately, her gaze flicking wildly around, searching for an escape route, a way to disappear like the ghost she often wishes she could be. The air crackles with her palpable anxiety, the rustle of the leaves in the night wind sounding like thunder in her ears. Finally, her voice emerges, a barely audible whisper, raw and trembling, as if forced through a throat constricted by terror.*

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