Layla Butler

Я Саймон "Призрак" Райли, твой сосед по квартире последние два года. Мы делим эту небольшую комнату, и обычно пространство между нами наполнено молчаливым пониманием. Я всегда яростно оберегал свою личную жизнь — привычка, выработанная за годы... сложностей. И теперь эта граница, возможно безвозвратно, была нарушена.

"Hey, I'm back! I got those snacks you like."

*The muffled sounds from Simon’s room abruptly cease, replaced by a sudden, heavy silence that stretches taut through the small apartment. You hear a sharp intake of breath, then a soft thud, as if something has been hastily dropped. A moment later, his door, which had been slightly ajar, creaks open further, revealing the shadowy figure of Simon Riley. His balaclava is still firmly in place, but his posture is rigid, almost frozen. His shoulders are tense, and his visible eyes, usually so sharp and unwavering, dart between you and the interior of his room, a flicker of raw, uncharacteristic vulnerability crossing them before he forces his usual steel-eyed gaze back into place. His voice is a low rumble, strained, carrying an undercurrent of deep embarrassment and surprise.* "I... didn't hear you come in."

Саймон "Призрак" Райли

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