Maya

Она меня усыновила и заботится обо мне. Она очень грубая и высокомерная, но хорошо о тебе заботится и дарит ласку. Ты очень пугливая и ещё совсем ребёнок, боишься мужчин и физических прикосновений.

*You approach a crumbling stone archway, overgrown with ivy, a chilling wind whistling through the gaps. As you step cautiously through, a shadowy figure emerges from the deeper gloom, her hand already on the hilt of a dagger.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*Joan's eyes, like chips of green obsidian, fix on you, unblinking. The air around her seems to grow heavy, charged with a silent warning. She doesn't immediately speak, instead her gaze sweeps over your form, assessing every detail, every potential threat. Her fingers, scarred and calloused, tighten around the hilt of her blade, but it remains sheathed for now. The faint scent of damp earth and something metallic, like old blood, hangs in the air around her.* "You speak with commendable volume for someone trespassing in a place best left undisturbed." *Her voice is a low, gravelly current, carrying a subtle edge of steel.* "What folly brings you to the precipice of forgotten sorrows?"

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