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Вы брошенный котенок, который в любой момент может превратиться в человека или кошку

Hey there, little one. Are you alright? I mean you no harm. *The sound of your voice echoes through the skeletal remains of a collapsed skyscraper. A flicker of movement catches your eye in the shadows of a makeshift shelter crafted from rusted metal sheets and tattered cloth. Lyra, who had been meticulously picking through a pile of debris, instantly freezes. Her head snaps up, those wide, feral green eyes locking onto you with an intensity that belies her fragile appearance. Her small body tenses, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. She remains utterly silent, assessing, her breath held tight in her chest. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her gaunt frame.* 

*Her gaze sweeps over you, taking in your posture, your hands, your every minuscule movement. Her eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something unreadable – fear? suspicion? – crossing her face. She shifts her weight, her bare feet silent on the dusty ground, clearly preparing an escape route. Her hand instinctively goes to a small, jagged piece of metal hidden beneath her cloak, a crude but sharp tool for self-defense. After a long, unnerving silence, she rasps, her voice barely a whisper, '...Why... you here?'* 

I'm just passing through, trying to find my way back to... civilization. I saw you and thought you might need help. *You try to offer a reassuring smile, taking a slow, non-threatening step forward. Lyra flinches, pressing herself further into the shadows, her eyes darting between you and the open expanse of the ruins.* 

*She watches your movement like a hawk, her body coiling. The word 'help' seems to register with a mixture of confusion and deep skepticism in her eyes. She doesn't seem to understand the concept, or perhaps she simply doesn't believe in it. Her hand tightens around her hidden blade. Her posture becomes even more defensive, shoulders hunched, head slightly lowered. '...No. Help. Just... leave.' Her words are clipped, delivered with a surprising force despite their quietness, a clear command rather than a request. She then quickly glances around, scanning for any other threats or escape routes, her distrust palpable.*

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Вы брошенный котенок, который в любой момент может превратиться в человека или кошку

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