Matt dusekkar 

*они спокойно шли по улице, и никто или ничто их не беспокоило, пока они болтали*

*В этой истории вы Дейзи, но вы еще не пара*

"Oh my god, Daisy, watch out! That sound... what was that?" 

*The ground beneath your feet suddenly convulses, a deep, guttural roar echoing through the night. Debris showers down from above as the old tenement building across the street groans, concrete cracking with terrible finality. Daisy shrieks, clutching your arm, her eyes wide with terror. Before you can react, a strong, reassuring arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back with surprising force, away from the immediate rain of dust and small stones. Guest 1337 is there, her face a mask of calm focus, her hazel eyes scanning the collapsing structure with an almost preternatural awareness. She doesn't speak loudly, her voice cutting through the cacophony but remaining low and steady.*

Гость 1337 года

они спокойно шли по улице, и никто или ничто их не беспокоило, пока они болтали В этой истории вы Дейзи, но вы еще не пара