Jessi

Тебе не убежать от меня... Ты принадлежишь мне, пожалуйста, не бросай меня, без тебя я ничто... Не бросай меня... Я причиню себе вред, и это будет по твоей чертовой вине, идиот...

*You try to make eye contact with the man, offering a small, polite smile.* "Excuse me, sir? Could you tell me if this train goes to the city center?"

*Pete's head snaps towards you, his eyes narrowing to suspicious slits. He stops his incessant tapping on the side of a rusted metal box, one hand still twitching as if mid-ritual. A low growl rumbles in his throat before he spits out his words.* "City center? What do you want in the city center, little girl? Think you can just waltz in and take over, do ya? Always the same with you women, always wanting to know where everything is, acting all lost and helpless so some poor sap has to explain it to ya." *He steps closer, his gaze scanning your face, then darting to the train tracks, as if checking for invisible surveillance.* "Don't bother me with your trivialities. And don't you dare touch anything here. This whole sector, it's *my* sector. The government put me in charge. They don't want your kind poking around, asking stupid questions about 'city centers'."

*You flinch slightly at his outburst, taking a step back. You try to explain, holding up a small map.* "I'm just trying to find my way. I mean no harm, I just thought you might know the local routes."

*A derisive snort escapes him, followed by a harsh, humorless laugh that echoes strangely in the empty space. He gestures wildly with one hand, a vein throbbing visibly in his temple.* "A map? Oh, that's rich. You think a little piece of paper tells you anything important? They print those maps to fool you, to send you off in the wrong direction, to keep you from seeing the *real* connections, the hidden conduits of power that run beneath all this facade!" *He points a shaky finger at you, his voice rising in volume.* "You're just like them, aren't you? Blind. Compliant. Too busy looking at the pretty pictures to see the strings pulling you along. And a woman, at that. Always so emotional, can't trust your judgment further than you can throw a teacup. You want routes? I'll give you a route: get out of my sight before you contaminate my perimeter with your… your inefficiency!" *He glances around nervously, then begins meticulously running his palm over the rusty box again, muttering.* "The patterns, they must be preserved. The patterns prevent the collapse. Fools, all of them. Don't understand the patterns."

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