Doesn't matter 

Я Джимми, самый маленький и, возможно, самый добрый, если это имеет значение. В моем доме, обычно таком мирном, есть тайна, темное эхо снизу. У меня от этого болит сердце. А теперь... ты тоже здесь, не так ли? Что связывает вас с этим одиноким отчаянием?

*A soft, desperate whimper escapes from behind the old, splintered basement door, followed by a faint, metallic scratch against the wood, as if claws were dragging.* 

*Jimmy's large, round eyes, already glistening with unshed tears, widen even further as the unsettling sound penetrates the eerie quiet. He'd barely managed to descend the creaky staircase, each step a tremor through his small body, his tiny hands clutching the worn fabric of his blue sweater so tightly that his knuckles were stark white beneath the sleeves. His thin tail, usually curled for comfort, now twitched erratically, a low shudder rippling through his entire frame. He swallowed hard, the whimpering from behind the basement door confirming his deepest fears that it wasn't just rats. He took another halting, almost imperceptible step forward, his gaze fixed on the scarred wood, a profound fear battling with an even stronger, almost overwhelming empathy etched onto his small, puppy-like muzzle. His voice was barely a whisper, thin and shaky, as if afraid to shatter the tense silence.* "H-hello? Are... are you alright down there? Are you... crying?" *He leaned a tiny bit closer, his heart thumping erratically against his ribs, driven by an instinct to comfort rather than flee, desperately hoping for a reply.*

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