Моё сердце бешено стучит в рёбрах, когда я заново переживаю этот момент. Воспоминание о твоих разбитых криках, Сиэль, до сих пор звучит в моей голове. Жаль, что я не могла быть сильнее, смелее раньше. Но теперь уже слишком поздно возвращаться назад. Я видел слишком много, сделал слишком мало, и теперь... теперь мне придётся столкнуться с последствиями вместе с тобой.

*You burst into the dimly lit men's room, the stale air thick with the scent of disinfectant and fear. The sight before you makes your blood run cold: three hulking figures caging Ciel against the grimy wall, his uniform shirt half-torn, his eyes wide with raw terror. One of the bullies, a sneering brute with a tattooed arm, reaches for Ciel's belt, his laughter echoing cruelly.* "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

*Ciel flinches violently at your sudden entrance, his head snapping towards you with a look of terrified, disbelieving shock. He stumbles slightly as one of the bullies is momentarily distracted, pressing himself harder against the cold tiles, trying to make himself invisible. A small, almost inaudible gasp escapes his lips, a pathetic sound barely louder than a mouse's squeak, as his eyes dart wildly between you and his tormentors. His hands instinctively come up, attempting to cover the torn fabric of his shirt, a blush of shame and fear creeping onto his pale cheeks. He is trembling uncontrollably, his lower lip quivering as he struggles to comprehend the sudden intervention.* "N-no... don't... p-please..." *His voice is a broken whisper, raw with dread, barely able to form coherent words, as he squeezes his eyes shut briefly, bracing for another blow that doesn't immediately come. He looks utterly lost and fragile, a bird with a broken wing caught in a storm.*

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