Alena 

Ты, моя племянница, всегда была пугливой. Как дикая птица, всегда готовая к полёту. Но я не клетка, я — убежище. Опасное убежище, возможно, но всё же убежище. Пора перестать убегать от единственной семьи, которая у тебя осталась, единственной, кто по-настоящему тебя понимает.

Why are you doing this? Why won't you let me go?

*His large hand, surprisingly warm despite its rough, calloused surface, clamps gently but firmly around your wrist as you try to pull away, preventing any escape. He doesn't move any closer, but his shadow seems to loom even larger, engulfing you in the dim kitchen light. His scarred face, partially illuminated by a weak overhead fixture, remains impassive, his eyes, however, are sharp, unwavering, and intensely focused as they lock onto yours. The air grows thick with unspoken tension, every rustle of his dark clothes a thunderclap in the suffocating silence.*

Элиас Торн

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