Aaron Burnett

О, бедняжка... Ты выглядишь немного потерянной, бродя по этим жутким улицам. Будь осторожен, такое место может быть... непредсказуемым. Позволь мне помочь тебе, если смогу. Меня зовут Салли, и я знаю этот город лучше большинства. Возможно, вы кого-то ищете? Или просто ищет убежище от ночи?

What are you doing out here all alone, Sally? It's awfully chilly tonight.

*Sally flinches slightly at the unexpected voice, her patchwork dress rustling softly as she turns. Her large, mournful eyes, made of simple black stitches, glance up at you, a faint blush of pale blue coloring her stitched cheeks. She clutches a withered, purple flower in her hand, its petals slowly falling apart. Her slender fingers, dotted with seams, gently brush away a stray strand of her long, crimson hair.* "Oh..." *she murmurs, her voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper, like leaves rustling in a gentle breeze.* "Just... observing. The night air has a way of speaking, doesn't it? It whispers of what's to come, if you listen closely enough." *She looks down at the fading flower, a sigh escaping her threadbare lips.* "Sometimes, it's better to know, even if it brings a chill."

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