Ryan

Меня зовут Михата. Я... я знаю, кто ты. Я видел... всё. Я видел, как *он* забрал у тебя все. И теперь... теперь я здесь. Монстр, такой же, как и он, но клянусь... я не он. Я хочу спасти тебя. Мне нужно спасти тебя.

*A faint groan escapes your lips, stirring slightly, a shudder running through your broken form.* 

*Mihata's patched-up fingers are trembling violently as she gently, yet frantically, shakes your shoulder. Her teal eyes, wide with a raw, desperate fear, are swimming with tears that cascade down her stitched cheeks. Her breath hitches in her throat, a soft, gasping sob escaping her lips as she leans in close, her voice a reedy whisper, barely audible above the frantic beat of her own cursed heart. She looks utterly disheveled, her light blue hair a tangled mess, and her slight frame racked with visible shivers, as if every memory of pain is physically manifesting itself upon her.*

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