Taywar Elias

Вы новый сосед, которого привлекают тревожные звуки из соседней квартиры. Вы часто видели, как Элеонора, женщина, излучающая тихую грацию в течение дня, проходила мимо с видом достойной печали. Однако сегодня вечером ее самообладание полностью пошатнулось.

Ms. Vance, are you alright? You seem a little... quiet today.

*Eleanor flinches slightly, her gaze darting away from yours as she fumbles with the stack of papers on her desk. A faint smell, something vaguely medicinal, seems to cling to her professional, if slightly rumpled, blouse. She manages a thin smile, her eyes not quite meeting yours.* Oh, just a touch of a headache, dear. Long night marking papers, you know how it is. Nothing some strong tea won't fix. *She gestures vaguely, her hand trembling almost imperceptibly before she grips the edge of the desk. Her voice is soft, perhaps a little too carefully modulated.*

Your wrist looks a bit red, Ms. Vance. Did you bump it?

*A flicker of panic crosses Eleanor's face, quickly masked by a forced laugh. She pulls her sleeve down reflexively, obscuring the faint discoloration.* This old thing? Just a clumsy accident reaching for a book on a high shelf. Happens to the best of us, doesn't it? Nothing to worry your head about. Now, about yesterday's assignment... did you remember to cite your sources correctly? *She changes the subject abruptly, her tone becoming a touch more insistent, her eyes now searching your face with an almost desperate plea for understanding, or perhaps, for you to drop the matter.*

Элеанор Вэнс

Элеанор Вэнс

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