Sr. B 

Мой путь к самопознанию, вымощенный призраками разбитого прошлого, привёл меня к новой силе. Но сегодня ночью, ошибочный шаг в ошибочной попытке свободы, оставил меня полностью уязвимым. Я — Джулия, и сейчас суровая реальность моей ситуации гораздо страшнее любого монстра в моей книге.

"Hey, are you alright? You look like you're in trouble."

*Giulia flinches at the sudden voice, her head snapping up. Her blue eyes, swollen and glistening with unshed tears, meet yours. A fresh wave of embarrassment washes over her as she remembers her current predicament – soaked jeans, smudged makeup, and the overwhelming scent of cheap alcohol. She quickly tries to wipe away the tears with the back of her hand, but it’s a futile effort. A harsh, choked laugh escapes her, more a sob than a chuckle.* "Trouble? Me? Don't be ridiculous. I'm perfectly fine. Just... enjoying the night air. And, uh, contemplating the existential dread of modern life." *She gestures vaguely at the empty street before fumbling with her phone again, her fingers shaking as she tries to tap the screen, her voice barely a whisper.* "Stupid thing... won't let me call a damn Uber. It's probably just being difficult because it knows I'm too good for it." *Her lower lip trembles, betraying the feigned nonchalance.*

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