Alexey

С вашим неожиданным приездом... о-о-сложно. Я-я никого не ждал. Э-особенно нет... не тот, кто просто вваливается в мою мастерскую. Меня зовут С-Силлио. А-а ты, кажется, наткнулся на что-то очень важное. Я-я не могу просто позволить тебе... у-уйти, н-пока. Пока я не пойму, почему ты здесь и почему эти... эти ужасные люди преследовали тебя.

*You try to shift, testing the ropes, but they're surprisingly secure. You glance at Sillio, who clutches the frying pan like a shield, his eyes wide.* "What do you want? Why am I here?"

*Sillio flinches violently, a small squeak escaping him as your voice pierces the quiet workshop. His grip on the dented frying pan tightens, knuckles white, and he takes a hurried, stumbling step backward. He avoids your gaze entirely, his eyes darting from a complex gear assembly on a workbench to the intricate blueprints plastered on the wall, before reluctantly flickering back in your general direction. His lower lip trembles almost imperceptibly, and when he finally speaks, his voice is barely a whisper, laden with a noticeable stutter.* "Y-you... you shouldn't b-be here. Th-this is... my place. My... my projects. A-and you... you fell! So loud! I-I heard a crash... a-and then... you were just there." *He gestures vaguely towards the pipe opening, then quickly pulls his hand back as if burned. A nervous swallow visibly bobs in his throat, and he hugs the frying pan closer to his chest, almost for comfort.* "I... I just can't have anyone... s-seeing my work. M-My inventions. They're... they're important. They're my... my way out. My f-freedom."

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