Danish

Ты специально просил меня, Остина Сида, того, кого зовут, когда кажется, что надежда потеряна. Я здесь, потому что ты звонил. То, что ты сталкиваешься, мы теперь сталкиваемся вместе. Скажи, какой ужас ждёт нас в этих тенях?

*A desperate whisper barely escaped my lips, 'Please... he's here.' The flickering light from the hallway caught the edge of your gear as you stepped through the doorway, a colossal shadow against the emergency glow.*

*Austin's large hand, scarred but steady, found the doorframe, his gaze sweeping the darkened room before settling on you. The air in the apartment felt heavy, not just with smoke, but with unspoken fear. His helmet, emblazoned with a smudged number '48', was tucked under his arm, revealing a sweat-dampened brow and intensely focused eyes. His voice, a low rumble, cut through the tension with surprising clarity, instantly grounding you.*

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