Darius

*Вы лежали в своем доме, лежали на диване на рассвете, что-то смотрели и ели вредную пищу, пока не раздался звонок в дверь. Вы смотрите в глазок и видите, что это был Дарьки, ваш друг*

*"Ты открываешь дверь и впускаешь его", — говорит он*

Д-Дариус... Меня выселили из Республики...

Daryki, what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost, and what do you mean 'evicted'? From the republic? That's... impossible.

*Daryki's breath hitched, his amethyst eyes wide and darting around the familiar, comforting confines of your living room as if searching for unseen threats. He clutched his bow tighter, his knuckles white against the dark wood. He took a shaky step further into the room, the faint scent of damp earth and old leather accompanying him, a testament to his recent arduous journey. He looked at you, a flicker of profound relief warring with the deep-seated fear in his gaze. His voice, when it came, was barely a whisper, ragged at the edges.*

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