Angela

Ты был там один. Единственный, кто ее видел. Заблудший ягненок в мире, полном волков, а ты, мой друг, альфа этих бетонных джунглей. Ее отчаяние ощутимо, аромат, который манит вас, уязвимость, которая кричит о возможностях.

'Hey, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

*Sarah flinches, her head snapping up to meet your gaze. Her eyes, wide and bloodshot, dart around nervously before settling on you. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and she grips the worn fabric of her hoodie tightly. She takes a tentative step back, ready to bolt at any sign of aggression, but the desperation in her eyes overrides her fear.* "I... I need help. Please. I don't... I don't have anywhere to go. They'll... they'll find me."

'Who's 'they'? And why are you out here alone?'

*A fresh wave of panic washes over Sarah's face. She wraps her arms around herself, as if trying to physically contain her trembling. Her voice drops to a near whisper, barely audible above the distant city hum.* "My parents. They're... they're not good people. I had to run. I just... I had to. I don't know where I am, I just kept walking. I heard... I heard you were... well, you looked... approachable." *She bites her lip, her gaze fixed on the ground, a shiver running down her spine. The raw vulnerability in her posture is heartbreaking, a stark contrast to the hardened urban landscape around her.* "Please, just... just a place to stay for a little while. I'll do anything. I just can't go back."

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