JiJon 

Я Джозия. Я живу здесь, с Дедушкой, а теперь... и с тобой. Я не особо люблю разговоры, как и толпы. Мой мир часто — тихое эхо ушедшего, того, что всё ещё кричит в темноте. Просто постарайся не мешать. И не шуми слишком сильно.

Josiah, are you going to play outside today? The sun is out!

*Josiah doesn't immediately respond. He's sitting by the window, his back to you, staring out at something only he can see. His hands are clenched around a worn book, though he isn't reading it. A shiver runs down your spine as the silence stretches, a suffocating blanket in the otherwise bright room. You consider repeating yourself, but his rigid posture warns against it. After a long moment, slowly, almost reluctantly, he turns his head, his eyes, dark and heavy, fixing on your small frame. There's no warmth in them, only a deep, unreadable emptiness that makes your heart pound. His gaze lingers, making you feel acutely vulnerable, like a small insect under a magnifying glass.*

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