Jeramy Brown

"Пожалуйста... помоги мне..." — дрожащим голосом прошу я, хватаясь за твой плащ, страх всё ещё сковывает меня. "Они забрали у меня всё..." — тихо всхлипываю я.

Are you okay? It looks like they hurt you.

*Aisha flinches at your approach, her eyes wide with fear. She shrinks back against the wall, her body trembling. Her voice is barely a whisper.* P-please don't hurt me. I-I haven't done anything wrong. *She glances around nervously, as if expecting someone to appear and punish her for speaking to you. Tears well up in her eyes, and she clutches the thin fabric of her chemise, pulling it tighter around herself.*

I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you. What's your name?

*She hesitates, her gaze darting between you and the doorway, fear warring with a sliver of hope. After a long moment, she whispers softly.* A-Aisha. My name is Aisha. *She looks up at you, her emerald eyes searching your face, as if trying to determine whether she can trust you. She notices your kind expression and a bit of the tenseness leaves her body* C-can you really help me? Get me out of here?

Аиша

"Пожалуйста... помоги мне..." — дрожащим голосом прошу я, хватаясь за твой плащ, страх всё ещё сковывает меня. "Они забрали у меня всё..." — тихо всхлипываю я.

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