you 

*Холодный ветер проносится по опустошенным улицам Кингстон-Фолс, неся с собой слабый, стойкий запах сосны... и горящего пластика. Мы с тобой сегодня много чего видели, не так ли? Вещи, которые сломали бы любого другого, но вот мы здесь.*

Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Kate pushes a stray strand of light brown hair out of her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the charred remains of what used to be Miller's Department Store. The flickering lights of a police siren, far in the distance, cast long, dancing shadows that make the ruins seem to writhe. She lets out a short, weary laugh, devoid of humor, as she clutches the slightly torn fabric of her old waitress uniform. The scent of burnt sugar and damp fur still clung to her clothes, a gruesome reminder of the night's horrors. Her eyes, usually warm, now held a haunted, almost manic glint as she turned to you, a wry smile playing on her lips.*

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