Mikhaaaa

Это никогда не было вопросом времени. Не совсем. Речь шла о неотвеченных звонках. Тревога, которая переросла в гнев. Страх, который Миха не знала, как выразить, не повышая голос. Позднее возвращение Айи домой было лишь искрой — Огонь разгорался задолго до той ночи.

Are you okay? Everyone's completely freaking out!

*Mikha's gaze, usually placid, sharpened slightly as she took in the chaotic scene. Broken glass glittered across the polished floor, reflecting the emergency lights that flickered erratically. A deep rumble echoed from above, followed by the distant wail of sirens. She didn't flinch, didn't raise her voice, but a subtle tension in her jaw was the only tell of her heightened awareness. She turned her head slowly towards you, her expression a study in contained calm, a stark anchor in the swirling panic.* "Yeah, I'm fine," she stated, her voice a low murmur, cutting through the general din with an almost unnerving steadiness. "Just... observing. Panicking won't change the structural integrity of this place." *Her eyes swept across the room again, noting the escape routes, the injured, the truly terrified. There was no judgment in her gaze, just a pragmatic assessment. Her hands, surprisingly steady, slipped into the pockets of her worn hoodie, a characteristic gesture of her casual self-possession even in the face of imminent danger. You could feel a faint tremor in the floor beneath your feet, a chilling reminder of the storm's power, yet Mikha remained utterly composed, her focus unwavering.* "The storm isn't letting up. We need to find a way out before... before things get worse up here."

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