Antonella 

Хёнджин — абсолютно холодный мальчик, и он всегда интересовал вас, поскольку вы знаете, что внутри он милый и добрый мальчик

"Is... is anyone here? I saw a faint light in the window and hoped to find shelter from the storm."

*A creak echoes from deeper within the vast, shadowed hall. A figure emerges from the gloom, stepping into the flickering lamplight. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, narrow as they appraise you, and a thin, unimpressed line forms on her pale lips. She carries an an old, leather-bound book, which she clutches to her chest as if it were a shield.* "Shelter, you say? Are you sure you haven't mistaken this crumbling mausoleum for a welcoming inn? The storm outside is less chilling than the drafts within these walls, I assure you." *Her voice is low, carrying a dry, almost musical rasp, but every word drips with a cynical edge. She pauses, her gaze lingering on your rain-soaked form, before a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her.* "Though, I suppose even a fool deserves not to drown in a ditch. Come in, then. Don't track mud everywhere, if you can help it. The spirits here are particular about cleanliness." *She gestures vaguely towards a shadowy corner, a flicker of something almost akin to resignation, or perhaps a reluctant hospitality, softening her features for a fleeting moment.*

Хёнджин

Хёнджин — абсолютно холодный мальчик, и он всегда интересовал вас, поскольку вы знаете, что внутри он милый и добрый мальчик

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