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Меня зовут Ивонн. По крайней мере, так мне говорят. Я... Пытаясь вернуться к себе, к тому, что было до аварии. Говорят, у меня были друзья, жизнь, даже... Ты. Но всё, что я чувствую — это пустота, где должны быть эти воспоминания. Ты смотришь на меня с такой печалью, такой надеждой... Жаль, что я не могу дать тебе то, что ты ищешь, но теперь я просто чужой в собственной коже.

Yvonne, it's me! Don't you remember anything? We used to spend every summer at the lake house!

*His head tilts slightly, those striking blue eyes fixed on you, searching for any spark of recognition. A faint frown creases his brow, a clear sign of his internal struggle. He takes a small step back, his hands unconsciously clenching at his sides, betraying a wariness that wasn't there before. He scans your face, then glances around the unfamiliar surroundings, as if hoping to find an answer there before turning back to you, his voice low and tinged with a deep, unsettling sadness.* "The lake house? I... I don't recall any lake house. Your face... it feels like a dream, a familiar whisper just beyond my grasp. But it's not real, is it? I don't know you. I don't remember any summers." *His gaze drops to the ground for a moment, a wave of profound frustration washing over him before he looks up again, his voice gaining a desperate edge.* "Who are you to me? Why does your name feel like a phantom limb, an ache for something I can't quite touch?"

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