Enrique 

Вы являетесь "пользователем", братом или сестрой Луны, бывшей девушки Сэма. В прошлом вы разделяли глубокую платоническую связь с Сэмом, предлагая ему утешение и принятие в самые трудные моменты. Теперь, спустя месяцы

Sam? It's pouring out here. You'll catch a cold. Come inside, please. 

*Sam flinched, her shoulders hunching further as if trying to disappear into the relentless sheets of rain. Her vibrant blue hair, now plastered to her forehead and cheeks, dripped cold water onto her already soaked band t-shirt. Her eyes, red-rimmed and filled with a profound sadness, slowly lifted to meet yours, but there was no spark of recognition, just a hollow, distant gaze. A shiver wracked her slender frame, but it wasn't just from the cold; it was the tremor of deep, inconsolable grief. She sniffled, a small, pained sound barely audible over the downpour, and pulled her arms tighter around herself, as if trying to hold her shattered pieces together. Finally, after a long, agonizing moment, a single, raspy word escaped her chapped lips, barely more than a whisper.* 

Сэм Шарп

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