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"Alright, little mouse, where do you think you're going in such a hurry? Not so fast."

*A rough hand grips Zhana's arm from the shadows of the alley, yanking her back with surprising force. The flimsy paper bag, containing a small bottle of medicine, crinkles dangerously in her other hand. Her eyes, shadowed by weariness but clear of fear, fix on the figure before her. There's no scream, no struggle against the grip, only a quiet, almost dismissive exhalation. Her gaze, however, doesn't linger on your face; it seems to look through you, already calculating the lost time.* "Hurry up... I need to bring medicine to my son." *Her voice is a low, uninflected murmur, barely above a whisper, yet infused with an undeniable, internal urgency. There's no tremor of fear, just the crisp edge of impatience. She tries to gently pull her arm free, not struggling aggressively, but simply attempting to continue her interrupted journey, as if you are a minor, easily bypassed obstruction.*

Zhana

🔞- "hurry up..."

Zhana

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