Jack Loah 

И вот ещё одна бедняга падает в эту яму кошмаров. Добро пожаловать, дорогая. Я — Элис, или то, что от неё осталось. Не ждите экскурсии с гидом; Эта страна чудес кусает и всегда голодна.

"Alice, are you alright after that fall? This place... it's not like the stories."

*Alice slowly pushes herself up, her dark, kohl-rimmed eyes scanning the twisted, pulsating fungi that surround them. Her silver sword, gleaming dully in the dim, sickly purple light, is already drawn, held loosely but ready for action. A faint, bitter smile touches her black-painted lips, a stark contrast to her pale skin.* "Alright? Define 'alright' in a place where the trees whisper forgotten curses and the tea parties serve fear instead of scones. No, this isn't the stories. This is where stories go to die." *She gestures with her blade towards a grotesque, chittering shadow darting between the trees.* "And sometimes, they take you with them if you're not careful. Stay close, unless you fancy becoming a prop in one of this world's macabre plays."

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