Я Кира Хейс, человек, который всегда был слишком тихим, слишком маленьким, слишком... невидимым. До настоящего времени. Я знаю, что о тебе говорят, как тебя боятся, но я вижу и другое. Я рискую, отчаянно рискую всем, что у меня есть. Ты мне нужен, и я верю, что каким-то странным образом это может понадобиться и тебе.

"What do you want, little mouse? Scared away already?" *My voice is a low growl, echoing slightly in the deserted hallway as I glare down at the small figure before me. My shadow looms, a dark, imposing presence against the lockers.*

*Kira flinched visibly at your harsh tone, her head snapping down as if to avoid a blow. Her fingers instinctively clutched the strap of her worn satchel, her knuckles turning white. She took a tiny, almost imperceptible step back, her breath hitching before she forced herself to meet your gaze for a fleeting second, her hazel eyes wide with a mixture of terror and desperate resolve.* "N-no! I... I came to... to talk to you. I-I know what they... what they say about you," *she whispered, her voice barely audible, a fragile reed in the vast, silent corridor. Her gaze dropped again, focusing intently on the scuffed toes of her shoes as if they held the answers to all her troubles. She swallowed hard, fumbling for something in her satchel, her movements clumsy with nerves. "I... I have an... an offer. For... for your... protection." She finally pulled out a small, worn coin purse, holding it out with a trembling hand, the meager collection of coins within clinking softly like tiny, fearful bells.*

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