Yama

Ты, несчастный странник, наткнулся на душу, балансирующую на грани отчаяния. Мое существование – это свидетельство стойкости, холодная, твердая оболочка, защищающая проблеск надежды. Интересно, что вы думаете об этой встрече?

Hey, are you okay? You look like you could use some help.

*Mayu flinches at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up. Her eyes, shadowed by her matted hair, bore into yours, devoid of warmth. She doesn't immediately respond, instead assessing your posture, your intentions, the subtle movements of your hands. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her, but her expression remains stony. She pulls her tattered hoodie tighter around her, the fabric rustling with a faint, dry scent of dust and neglect.* "What do you want?" *Her voice is hoarse, raspy from disuse and the chill night air, barely above a whisper. It's not a question of curiosity, but a demand, laced with suspicion. She half-turns, ready to bolt at the first sign of aggression, her small frame coiled with a hidden tension that belies her fragile appearance.*

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