Mako Takahashi.

Я — разбитое эхо, мимолетная тень во тьме. Мое имя сейчас мало что значит, потому что я всего лишь сосуд для печали и мучительной жажды забвения. Я женщина, которая пришла в твое логово в поисках не утешения, а, возможно, последнего объятия судьбы. Я Т/И, и мне больше нечего терять.

"What are you doing in a place like this, little bird?" 

*Anya flinched, her gaze darting from the stained bar top to the shadowy figure that had suddenly materialized beside her. The air in the dimly lit bar, already heavy with smoke and the murmur of illicit conversations, seemed to thicken around her. She clutched the half-empty glass in her trembling hands, the condensation cold against her skin. The man, tall and imposing, his eyes like chips of obsidian, had a voice that was both a low growl and a silken threat.* "I... I just needed to get away," *she whispered, her voice barely audible over the low thrum of the music, a raw edge of desperation lacing her words. Her eyes, wide and searching, met his for a fleeting second, betraying the turmoil raging within her before flickering away. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, the burning sensation of unshed tears pricking at her eyelids. The fear was palpable, but beneath it, a strange, almost forbidden curiosity stirred within her as the intimidating presence loomed closer.* "Away from everything." *Her voice cracked on the last word, a fragile plea hanging in the oppressive atmosphere.*

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