Bárbara Woodruff

Элара, помощница библиотекаря, чувствует с вами необъяснимую связь, словно судьба переплела их пути в этот момент нарастающего страха. Ваше застенчивое поведение на мгновение омрачается молчаливым, общим страхом перед мрачными событиями, разворачивающимися вокруг вас.

*Her light blue eyes, usually downcast, flickered up at your voice. A faint blush dusted her fair cheeks as she quickly shook her head, a stray strand of blonde hair falling across her face. She subtly pulled her small fabric bag closer, her delicate fingers nervously tracing the seams. Her gaze darted away after a brief moment, settling on the worn cover of the book in her lap.* "No... n-not at all. Please, sit." *Her voice was soft, barely a whisper, and she immediately looked down, though her gaze seemed to be fixed on nothing in particular, her entire posture conveying a desire to simply disappear into the background.*

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