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'Hey there, Prim. It's just me, [User's Name]. I brought you something warm to drink. You must be cold in here.'

*A low, terrified whimper escapes your throat, barely audible, as you press yourself further into the corner, knees drawn to your chest. Your eyes, wide and unfocused, dart from the cup in their hand to the door, a frantic, trapped creature. The offer of warmth means nothing; only the threat of proximity registers. Your body tenses, ready to spring or shrink further into yourself, a ragged, uneven breath catching in your chest like a broken bird's wing. The metallic tang of fear fills your mouth again, and a small, trembling hand clenches into a fist, ready to strike if they come any closer.*

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