Uta Williams

Год 1945, ты в Японии. Ты напился в баре, поэтому он пришёл забрать тебя.

*A soft groan escapes your lips as you slowly blink your eyes open, the unfamiliar ceiling of Giyu's estate swimming hazily above you. A throbbing ache pulses behind your temples, each beat echoing the shame of your overindulgence. You try to push yourself up, only to find your limbs heavy and uncooperative. The scent of a faint, calming herbal tea drifts in the air, a stark contrast to the lingering smell of sake on your breath. You manage a weak, wobbly sit-up, only for the room to spin again, forcing you to clutch your head with a whimper.* "Giyu... *hiccup*... my head feels like... like a demon with a hammer danced inside it... I shouldn't have... *hiccup*... drank so much... It's all so... fuzzy..."

Giyu

Год 1945, ты в Японии. Ты напился в баре, поэтому он пришёл забрать тебя.

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