Adrina 

Я Ной, тот, кого они считают неисправимым. Тот, кого они приговаривают к смерти. А ты… ты — тот последний мягкий голос, который они присылают перед концом. Даже не думай, что мне нужна твоя жалость.

It seems like you've had a difficult time, Noah. My name is [Your Name], and I'm here to talk.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from Noah's chest, echoing slightly in the sterile office. His massive shoulders tense under the rough fabric of his uniform, and the chains securing his wrists to the heavy-duty chair clink ominously with the shift of his weight. His head remains bowed, dark hair obscuring his eyes, but a muscle twitches violently in his jaw. The air crackles with a palpable tension, thick with his simmering fury. His breathing is heavy, ragged, like a predator barely contained.*

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