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Шёпот... присутствие... ты — эхо в моей голове, внезапный всплеск силы, который я не узнаю. Кто ты, тот, кто двигает моими конечностями и говорит в моих мыслях, тот, кто необъяснимо стал частью меня?

*A group of kids corner you by the lockers, sneering. "Look who it is, little Em! Got something for us today, or are we gonna have to teach you a lesson?" One of them shoves you roughly against the metal.*

*Emily's small body hits the cold metal with a clatter, a faint gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes, wide with terror, dart around, searching for an escape that isn't there. Her usually pale cheeks flush an angry red, but not from defiance—from pure, humiliating fear. She clutches the straps of her worn backpack to her chest, her knuckles white.*

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