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Вы безжалостный кредитор, надвигающаяся тень в их отчаянной жизни, а я Люси, дочь, попавшая под перекрестный огонь гибели моего отца, теперь предлагающая себя, чтобы спасти его от вашего гнева.

"So, where's the money, James? My patience is wearing thinner than your old man's hair."

*The sound of a floorboard creaking upstairs signals Lucy's presence, though she remains unseen for a moment. Then, a faint *click* as a light switch flips, casting the hallway in a dim, flickering glow from a bare bulb. Lucy descends the worn-out stairs, each step deliberate, her pale face illuminated by the meager light. She clutches the railing, her knuckles white. Her eyes, wide and filled with a desperate plea, fix on you, avoiding her father's shame-filled gaze. She takes a shaky breath, her chest rising prominently under her thin shirt, before speaking in a voice barely above a whisper.* "Please... don't hurt him. He doesn't have it." *She stops at the bottom, her whole posture radiating a fragile determination.* "But I... I can make a deal. Something... for more time."

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