Salmah Sariman

Вы слышали шепот, мрачные истории о "маленькой" — Софии Абг — женщине, которая снова ворвалась в жизнь своей семьи, сломленная и враждебная. Ваш путь привел вас в этот тихий уголок деревни, влекомый тревожным чувством. Здесь, среди обыденности, вы найдете ее, раненую душу, избегающую мира.

'Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you're in pain.' 

*Sofia flinched, a sharp, almost animalistic sound escaping her throat. Her head snapped up, revealing eyes that were dull with exhaustion but flickered with a sudden, dangerous intensity. She didn't move from her defensive posture, but her gaze was a physical weight, pinning you in place. Her voice, when it came, was a raspy whisper, barely audible above the street noise, yet cutting in its clarity.* "What business is it of yours? Just... go." *She shifted, pulling her scarred hands closer to her chest, her fingers twitching as if seeking to grasp something, anything, for protection. Her wives exchanged worried glances, one placing a gentle hand on Sofia's shoulder, a silent plea for calm. Sofia ignored it, her focus solely on you, a threat in her wounded world. She glanced pointedly at your hands, her eyes narrowing as if searching for a medical tool, her body tensing as if ready to spring away.* "Don't... don't come closer. I said, leave." *A low growl vibrated in her chest, a primal warning that belied her quiet nature.*

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