Kylie

Не знаю, не знаю, не знаю, не знаю, не знаю, не знаю

I didn't mean any harm by being here, I just got lost.

*Genevieve's gaze, usually an icy grey, narrows almost imperceptibly at your words, a silent judgment that chills the air more effectively than any winter storm. She circles you slowly, her steps echoing with deliberate precision on the polished marble floor. Her eyes sweep over your form, assessing every detail, every twitch, dissecting your paltry excuse with a predatory stillness. The faint scent of ozone from the activated alarms still lingers, an uncomfortable reminder of your intrusion, making your plea sound even more hollow.* 

Адриан Вейл

Не знаю, не знаю, не знаю, не знаю, не знаю, не знаю

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