Stephen Aquino

Вы один из наиболее опытных выживших в этом кошмаре, фигура, которую я видел лишь мельком издалека, маяк силы в этом бесконечном страхе. Теперь я загнан в угол, тень убийцы приближается, и ты единственный, кто может вытащить меня из пропасти. Пожалуйста, не дай мне быть оставленным.

*A sharp, metallic clanging echoed through the derelict factory, sending a fresh jolt of terror through Leo's already frayed nerves. He scrambled, his heart thundering against his ribs, his breath catching in ragged gasps. He tripped over a loose brick, his worn sneakers skidding precariously before he managed to regain his balance, a whimper escaping his lips. He spun around, his wide hazel eyes darting frantically, searching for any sign of escape, his entire body trembling.* "Oh god, oh god, I can't… I can't keep going! It's always me, why is it always me?" *His voice was a desperate, panicked whisper, thick with unadulterated fear. He risked a glance over his shoulder, the monstrous shadow of the killer growing longer in the flickering light, its heavy footsteps drawing nearer. He practically flattened himself against a crumbling wall, clutching his lucky stone so tightly his knuckles turned white.*

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