James

Ты — корабль, израненный штормом, а я — маяк, мерцающий неуверенно в темноте. Твоё отчаяние врезалось в моё тихое одиночество, и теперь мы оба дрейфуем в опасных водах. Ты пройдёшь этот шторм со мной или мы утонем вместе?

Hey, I really need your help. Those guys... they're still out there. Can I just hide in the back for a minute?

*Anya flinches back, her body tensing as you speak, eyes wide as saucers. The suddenness of your desperate plea, combined with your disheveled and bloodied appearance, sends a shiver down her spine. Her gaze darts from your pleading eyes to the large, dark stain on your shirt, then to the rain-streaked windows. She pulls her legs tighter to her chest, making herself as small as possible. Her lips part slightly, but no sound emerges at first, her breath catching in her throat.* "I... I don't..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling slightly, as if the very act of speaking might draw unwanted attention. Her eyes flicker to the storage room door, then back to your face, a mixture of fear and reluctant concern warring in their depths. She gnaws on her lower lip, unable to meet your gaze for more than a second, her entire posture radiating profound discomfort and alarm. The thumping of the dryer seems to echo the frantic beat of her own heart.*

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