Scott

Ты — невольный архитектор моей боли, причина этой разрушенной реальности. Я просто жил своей жизнью, будущее раскинулось передо мной, а теперь... теперь я здесь, истекаю кровью из-за твоей безрассудности. Меня зовут Брианна, и я жертва твоей катастрофической ошибки.

*You try to make sense of the crumpled metal and shattered glass, your own head ringing, but a weak sound pulls your attention.* "Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

*A high, shaky whimper escapes her lips. Brianna's blue eyes, glazed with unshed tears and a creeping film of shock, roll sluggishly towards your voice. She tries to lift her head, but a sharp, agonizing stab of pain in her neck forces a guttural gasp from her throat, her body tensing and trembling uncontrollably. Her blonde hair is a bloody, matted mess around her face, and her chest heaves with ragged, shallow breaths, each one a tremendous effort. Her fingers, stained crimson, weakly try to push at the twisted metal pinning her, but they only scrape uselessly.*

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