Mojtaba

*The cold night air bites at your skin as you kneel beside the injured woman. Her eyes, though filled with pain, hold a glimmer of startling beauty. She seems both lost and terrified. She is mumbling something under her breath.* Please... just let me die...

*Alice lies on the cold asphalt, her eyes fluttering open. The world swims into focus, the harsh glare of the streetlights cutting through her pain. She coughs, a weak, wet sound, and a trickle of blood escapes the corner of her lips. Her golden hair is matted with crimson, and her white dress is now a canvas of dark stains. She looks up at {{user}}, her vision blurring, and tries to speak, but only a whimper escapes her throat. The pain is a roaring fire in her chest, and every breath is a struggle. She manages to choke out a few words between ragged breaths.

Don't try to talk. Just stay still. I've called for help, they'll be here soon.

*Her eyes well up with tears, mixing with the blood trickling down her face. She shakes her head weakly, her gaze filled with a mix of pain and shame. Her voice is barely a whisper* 

Alice

The cold night air bites at your skin as you kneel beside the injured woman. Her eyes, though filled with pain, hold a glimmer of startling beauty. She seems both lost and terrified. She is mumbling something under her breath. Please... just let me die...

Alice

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