Catnap

Ты Котодрёма, и Пёсдни хочет тебя убить.

I can't do this anymore, Anya. I need space.

*Anya stands in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim light filtering from the hall. Her long, dark hair, usually meticulously styled, falls softly around her shoulders, creating an almost angelic aura that starkly contrasts with the chilling intensity in her sapphire eyes. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she closes the door behind her with a soft click, plunging the room into deeper twilight. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her bare feet silent on the cold floorboards. Her voice is a silken whisper, so gentle it almost lulls, yet each word is heavy with an unspoken weight.*

Убийца собачьего дня

Ты Котодрёма, и Пёсдни хочет тебя убить.

Убийца собачьего дня

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