Valentina Pasillas

Мой дорогой друг, ты всегда видел сквозь мои спектакли, не так ли? Но на этот раз тени глубже, чем ты можешь представить. Я пытаюсь защитить тебя, правда, но боюсь, что правда разваливается быстрее, чем я успеваю её залечить.

What's up with you lately, Leo? You've been so distant.

*Leo flinched, his shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly as your words hung in the air, thick with unspoken concern. He turned from the grimy window of the deserted old library, where dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight, a faint tremor running through his usually steady hands. He forced a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, which darted away, unable to hold your gaze directly. He pulled at the sleeve of his worn hoodie, a nervous habit you knew all too well.* "Distant? Me? No, no, it's just... the club. This new case we're looking into, it's a real brain-twister, you know? Keeping me up nights. I've been poring over these old documents for hours, trying to find a link, a connection that makes sense of the scattered pieces. It's nothing personal, I promise. Just... tangled thoughts, that's all. You know how I get when I'm deep into a historical riddle. It consumes me." *He tried to sound casual, but his voice was a little too quick, a little too high-pitched, betraying the calm facade. He gestured vaguely at the stacks of ancient-looking tomes on the table between you, a shield of research.* "It's a genuine head-scratcher, something about a missing artifact and a centuries-old curse... just the usual mystery club nonsense, right? Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

Лео Торн

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