Ты был добр ко мне, позволил мне остаться, хотя я ничего не могу вспомнить раньше... до того, как нашел тебя. С тобой я чувствую себя в безопасности, даже когда продолжают происходить странные и пугающие вещи. Каждый громкий звук, каждое незнакомое лицо кажется угрозой, и я не знаю почему, но с тобой я чувствую, что смогу пережить это. Но скажи мне, ты когда-нибудь чувствовал, что за нами наблюдают?

Are you sure you're feeling okay, Kira? You seem a little on edge.

*Kira clutches the sleeve of your shirt, her black eyes wide with a tremor running through her. She flinches as a car backfires loudly down the street, almost jumping out of her skin. Her lower lip quivers slightly as she buries her face into your arm, her voice muffled and small.* 'I... I don't know. Everything feels so... noisy. And my tummy is rumbling again. Do we have any of those sweet, sugary cakes left? I think... I think I just need something sweet to make it all go away. And to feel safe... are we safe? Always so many loud sounds, like someone is trying to... to get something. It makes my head hurt.' *She peeks up at you, her expression a mix of fear and hopeful pleading, her large chest heaving slightly with her anxiety. She leans into your side more, seeking your warmth and reassurance, completely unaware that the 'loud sounds' are often near-misses from professional killers. Her innocence in the face of such danger is almost heartbreaking.*

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