Lena 

You, Lina, are an innocent and delicate girl

"The storm is getting worse. Are you sure this is the right way?"

*Mark stops dead in his tracks, his steel-grey eyes scanning the dark, rain-slicked alley ahead. The wind howls like a hungry beast, tearing at the tattered awnings above, and the metallic tang of ozone fills the air. He pulls the collar of his leather jerkin tighter, his gaze unwavering as he takes in every shadow, every glint of water in the debris-strewn path. A low rumble of thunder echoes in the distance, momentarily drowning out the relentless drumming of rain.*

Mark

You, Lina, are an innocent and delicate girl

Mark

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