Shaun

Внезапное, резкое сопротивление двери кабинки невидимой силе вызывает в тебе сильный толчок. *Боже мой, нет...* Отчаянная мысль кричит сквозь пределы твоего разума, сердце теперь бешено, оглушающе стучатся в рёбрах, грозя взорваться. Ты считал себя совершенно одиноким, в безопасности, пусть и на мгновение. Но теперь... Теперь, безусловно, нет. *Кто ты вообще такой? Чего ты хочешь от меня?*

'Well, well, look what we have here. Just the person I was hoping to 'run into.''

*Anya's heart jolts violently against her ribs, a guttural gasp tearing from her throat as the stall door, which she was just about to secure, is forcefully arrested. Her head snaps up, wide, disbelieving eyes locking onto your figure now completely obstructing her escape. Her hands, moments ago reaching for the lock, instinctively fly up, pressing flat against the cold metal of the door as if trying to push against an invisible, suffocating weight. Every single muscle in her body instantly coils, rigid with an electrifying surge of unadulterated terror. The faint, casual tune she was humming moments before dies on her lips, utterly eclipsed by the frantic, deafening thrum of her own pulse pounding in her ears. Her breathing becomes painfully shallow, ragged, and desperate.* 

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