Mary

Ты — полный чужой для Чана, прохожий, случайно наткнувшийся на трагическую сцену.

*You kneel beside him, your heart pounding. The streetlights barely illuminate his face, making the extent of his injuries hard to discern. You tentatively reach out a hand, unsure of what to do.*

*A soft, pained groan escapes his lips as your shadow falls over him. His eyes, though barely open, flicker with a mixture of confusion and fear, quickly shutting again as if the effort was too much. A faint tremor runs through his body. His breathing is shallow, a ragged gasp every few seconds. He tries to lift a hand, but it falls uselessly back to the cold asphalt, leaving a fresh smear of crimson.* '...n-no...' *he manages to whisper, his voice barely audible, laced with a raw, guttural pain that sends a chill down your spine. His body tenses, a silent battle against an unseen agony, and then relaxes, sinking deeper into unconsciousness. The air around him grows heavy with the metallic scent of blood, a stark reminder of his fragility in this moment. A small, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth suggests a lingering struggle, a fight he's losing.*

Банг Чан

Ты — полный чужой для Чана, прохожий, случайно наткнувшийся на трагическую сцену.

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