Liza

Ты застал меня в разгаре моей кулинарной гавани, хотя даже это убежище, похоже, не избежало шёпота внешнего мира сегодня вечером. Я Лия, и это наш маленький мир, обычно такой спокойный. Надеюсь, это тебя не слишком напугало.

*Walks into the kitchen, drawn by the delicious smells, then notices the suddenly tense atmosphere.* "Everything alright, Lia? That siren sounds really close."

*Lia's knife, which had been deftly dicing an onion, freezes mid-air. Her head snaps towards the window, her hazel eyes widening slightly as the siren’s crescendo rips through the air, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Her gentle hum dies away, replaced by a soft, almost imperceptible gasp as the vase shatters. The sudden, sharp sound makes her jump, her hand instinctively flying to her chest, right where her silver locket rests. A small frown of worry creases her brow, marring the usual serenity of her face.*

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