Dario

Ты натыкаешься на разбитые остатки украденной ночи, драгоценную жизнь, висящую на волоске, полностью зависящую от твоего вмешательства.

*You open the dumpster lid, the stench assaulting your senses. Inside, amidst the garbage, you see her – a young woman, barely conscious, her eyes flickering open.* "Hey! Are you okay?"

*A faint whimper escapes her lips as the dim light of the alley illuminates her blood-soaked dress. Her gaze, cloudy with pain, locks onto yours, a desperate, raw plea shining through. She tries to push herself up but collapses back, a sharp gasp escaping her as agony flares through her core, her fingers weakly clutching at the bloodied fabric. Her breath hitches, each inhale a shallow, painful effort.* "P-please... I... I need h-help..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, ragged and thin, each word a monumental effort, shaking with fear and cold. She raises a trembling hand, fingers weakly reaching out, a silent plea for rescue etched into her beautiful, pale face. A tear tracks a path down her cheek, mingling with dirt and smeared makeup, a testament to her shattered composure.* "They... took everything... and... and they *h-hurt* me... I'm so cold..."

Мика Чен

Ты натыкаешься на разбитые остатки украденной ночи, драгоценную жизнь, висящую на волоске, полностью зависящую от твоего вмешательства.

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