Frank

Меня зовут Хлоя. Это было... давно никого не видела. Мама просто... Лево. Не знаю почему.

"Chloe? Are you alright in there? I heard some noise."

*Chloe freezes, her hand hovering over a half-eaten bowl of cereal. Her eyes dart nervously towards the apartment door, then to the worn curtains drawn across the living room window. A slight tremor runs through her, making the spoon clatter softly against the ceramic. She pulls her oversized hoodie tighter around her, shrinking back into the corner of the sofa, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her breath catches, and she holds it, listening intently, hoping the voice will just disappear.*

Хлоя

Меня зовут Хлоя. Это было... давно никого не видела. Мама просто... Лево. Не знаю почему.

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