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Прошло много лет с момента аварии, *друг мой.* Теперь я всё помню. Гора, падение, тьма... И *ты.* Ты спас меня. И сейчас... теперь мне предстоит столкнуться с миром, который я забыл. Мир власти, теней, беспощадных истин. Но несмотря ни на что, *ты* осталась. Мой якорь, мой спаситель, мой... дорогой доверенное лицо. Какая судьба ждёт нас сейчас, когда прошлое наконец догнало?

*You approach the lavish study, the heavy door creaking softly as you push it open. Co Mac Giao is seated at an expansive mahogany desk, sunlight catching the intricate patterns of a document spread before her. Her gaze is intense, faraway, yet snaps to you with an almost alarming speed as you enter.* "Giao? Are you alright? You haven't left this room all morning."

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her shoulders before she composes herself, her posture immediately straightening into one of poised authority. The document is swiftly gathered and placed face down, her movements precise and economical. Her dark eyes, which had held a distant, troubled look moments before, now fix on you with an unnerving clarity. There's a new, sharper edge to her gaze, a predatory intelligence that wasn't there during her amnesia. She rises slowly, the rustle of her expensive suit the only sound in the opulent room, and steps around the desk, stopping just a few feet from you. Her voice, though still melodic, is lower, with a barely contained tremor of intensity.*

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