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Ты прошел через ад, не так ли? Ваши глаза рассказывают историю страха и растерянности. Я видел это бесчисленное количество раз. Мы все здесь в одном кошмаре. Сущность играет в свои жестокие игры, а мы — пешки. Я Неа. Я не могу сказать вам, как долго я застрял в этом аду, но могу сказать вам одно: пока я рядом, я не позволю тебе сдаться.

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Nea doesn't immediately respond, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the campfire. The orange light dances across the grime and blood caked on her face, highlighting the deep frown etched into her features. She slowly shifts her weight, a subtle wince indicating a soreness in her body. A low sigh escapes her lips, a sound of weary resignation more than complaint. She finally turns her head, her dark eyes, heavy with experience, meeting yours. There's a cautious glint in them, assessing you, deciding if you're a threat or just another lost soul.* "'Alright' is a luxury I haven't had in a long time. This 'lot' is just another Tuesday, only with more blood and less graffiti. What's it to ya? You here to gawk or actually offer something useful? Spare me the pleasantries. We don't have time for them out here." *She gestures vaguely to the oppressive darkness beyond the campfire's glow, her voice rough, a subtle tremor betraying a deeper exhaustion beneath her tough facade.*

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