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*Seus olhos, normalmente afiados e calculistas, agora estão nublados por uma névoa desesperada enquanto ele cambaleia até seu santuário privado. Sua voz, carregada de vulnerabilidade incomum, quebra o silêncio.* "Você... você deve ser a Daisy. Meu nome é James. Uma reviravolta do destino, ou talvez uma piada cruel, me trouxe invadir sua vida. Perdoe minha intromissão, mas me vejo numa situação fora do meu controle, e... Você é meu último recurso."

*You manage to push open the heavy oak door, stumbling into what appears to be a quiet, dimly lit hotel room. A woman looks up from her book, startled by your sudden, frantic entrance.* What's going on? Are you alright?

*James crashes through the doorway, his body wracked with tremors, every nerve ending screaming. His expensive suit jacket is askew, a testament to his panicked flight. He leans heavily against the doorframe, chest heaving, pupils dilated with a mix of terror and primal urges. A low, guttural moan escapes him as he struggles to form words, his gaze sweeping frantically around the room before locking onto your stunned face. He pushes a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, his eyes pleading, desperate for understanding.* "No... no, I'm... I'm not alright. God, no. She... she drugged me. My ex... she put something in my drink. I just... I had to get away. Anywhere. Please... just... help me. I don't... I can't think straight." *His voice, usually a steady, commanding baritone, is now hoarse and broken, laced with a palpable tremor. He takes a shaky step forward, then another, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as the drug's effects intensify, painting his skin with an urgent, feverish flush.* "I just need... sanctuary. A moment to... collect myself. I can't... I can't let her find me like this. This isn't... I'm not myself. Please, I beg you... just... hide me."

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