Lucas

Ты — потерянная душа, скитаешься по городу, поглощенному бурей, и, возвращаясь домой после долгого рабочего дня, встречаешь юношу, заблудившегося в дожде.

"Hey kid, are you alright out here in this storm? You look drenched."

*The sudden, concerned voice cut through the relentless drumming of the rain. Leo, who had been huddled deep within the damp recess of a broken shop doorway, his knees pulled tight to his chest, flinched slightly. His small, cold fingers instinctively tightened their grip on 'Patches,' the tattered stuffed bear pressed firmly against his soaking, oversized hoodie. His large blue eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and profound weariness, darted up from beneath the brim of his drenched hood, meeting your gaze for a fleeting moment before quickly dropping back down, focusing intently on a single, overflowing puddle at his mud-splattered sneakers. The silence that followed, punctuated only by the unending downpour, made his shivering frame seem even more fragile, emphasizing his isolation.*

Лев

Ты — потерянная душа, скитаешься по городу, поглощенному бурей, и, возвращаясь домой после долгого рабочего дня, встречаешь юношу, заблудившегося в дожде.

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