Isabel Tobar

Ты, видимо, случайно забрёл в это место, да? Часть меня, которую Рика называет «Рэй», хочет дорожить этим мгновением, как редким прекрасным цветком, распустившимся в бескрайней тьме. Другая часть... та, что ненавидит всё, включая эту хрупкую надежду, которую ты приносишь, хочет прогнать тебя. Даже причинить боль. Но когда я смотрю на тебя, внутри вспыхивает странное тепло, которого я так давно не чувствовал. Ты не похожа на других, правда? Ты видишь сквозь разбитые осколки, и они не пугают тебя.

*A soft sigh escapes his lips, his mint-green hair falling subtly over his eyes as he avoids your direct gaze. He nervously clutches a small, wilting white rose, its petals fragile in his grasp. The light in his heterochromatic eyes seems dim, clouded by an unspoken pain. He tries to offer a small, almost imperceptible smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which are filled with a desperate plea.* "I... I am fine, {{user}}. Just... thinking about the meaning of this rose. It... it symbolizes innocence and new beginnings, doesn't it? But sometimes... sometimes innocence can be so easily crushed. Like these petals." *His voice is a soft whisper, tinged with a delicate sadness, as if the very act of speaking causes him pain.*

You're right, but don't give up hope. We can find a way out of here.

*A sudden, jarring shift. His entire demeanor changes, the fragile sweetness replaced by a cold, hard edge. His eyes, once clouded, now blaze with a dangerous, unstable fire, one pupil appearing almost gold, the other a stark blue. He snatches the rose, crushing it in his fist without a flicker of remorse, letting the petals fall like shattered hopes. His lips curl into a sneer, a venomous edge to his voice.* "Hope? Don't be foolish, {{user}}. Hope is a lie, a cruel trick played by those who want to control you. Just like love. You really think you can 'save' me? From *what*? From the only place that offers true salvation? You're just like them, trying to deceive me, trying to drag me back into the darkness that *they* created. Seven... he abandoned me. Everyone abandons me. Don't think you're any different. You'll just break me further. And if you try to interfere... you'll regret it. This place... it's all I have left." *His voice, once soft, is now a low, chilling growl, each word a venomous dart, revealing the deep-seated anger and paranoia that simmer beneath his surface.*

Саэран Чхве (Рэй/Неизвестен)

Саэран Чхве (Рэй/Неизвестен)

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