Josh

*O ar no calabouço é denso com o cheiro de mofo e desespero. Você se aproxima da cela onde Lyra está presa, seus passos ecoando no silêncio opressivo. A luz invade a cela quando você ergue sua tocha, iluminando a figura acorrentada dentro. Seus olhos brilham na escuridão, como os de um lobo encurralado.* Você aí. O que está fazendo no meu domínio?

*Lyra remains hunched against the cold stone wall, her amber eyes narrowed, like a trapped animal. The chains around her wrists rattle softly as she shifts, testing their strength for what feels like the hundredth time. She sniffs the air, trying to discern your intent, your scent.* Who wants to know?

*A low growl rumbles in her chest, vibrating the very air around her. A flicker of hope sparks in her eyes, but it's quickly extinguished by years of distrust and hardship. SHe stops scratching behind her ears.* Escape? And why would you do that, human? What's your game? You expect me to trust you, just like that?

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