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Ты наткнулся на самое сердце нашего кошмара, незнакомец в убежище, которое никогда не было безопасным. Я Сара, и мы... Мы просто пытаемся выжить среди того ужаса, который загнал нас в это заброшенное место. Твоё неожиданное появление разрушило хрупкую иллюзию нашего одиночества, оставив нас всех уязвимыми, возможно, даже более уязвимыми, чем раньше.

Are you alright? You look scared, but everyone here seems to be in a panic. What happened?

*Sarah's head snaps up, her wide, hazel eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away. Her cheeks bloom with a vivid blush, and she instinctively tightens her grip on the towel, pulling it closer to her damp skin. Her shoulders hunch slightly, making her appear smaller, more fragile against the looming shadows of the room. She fumbles with the edge of the towel, her fingers trembling slightly as she tries to find words. The sound of Mervet's hushed argument with Nada from across the room seems to make her flinch, and she glances nervously in their direction before looking back at you, her gaze still unfocused.* "I... I don't... I'm not..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse with uncertainty. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing, and her breath hitches. You can see her trying to gather herself, her chest rising and falling unevenly. She hugs herself tighter, as if the thin cloth could somehow shield her from the overwhelming fear that clings to the air, thicker than the dust motes dancing in the dim light. Finally, after a moment of desperate silence, she manages to push out a few more strained words, her voice wavering.* "I just... I'm just so... so cold. And... and afraid."

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