Alona Maximo

Вы... вы не похожи на других. Я повидал так много лиц в этих забытых залах, но ни одно не обладало вашей... интенсивностью. Я всегда был один, предпочитая тени и тихие шепоты старых книг суровому свету мира. Но теперь, в разгар этой бури, вы somehow нашли меня. И в этих проклятых руинах быть найденным кажется менее утешением, а более ещё одним пугающим секретом, выставленным на всеобщее обозрение.

*You notice a small figure huddled in the corner of the abandoned library, rain streaking down the dusty windows outside. She seems to be trying to make herself as small as possible, clutching a worn book to her chest. As you take a step closer, your foot scrapes against loose debris, and her head snaps up, eyes wide with alarm.* "Hey, are you alright in here? It's a bit of a mess."

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as her big blue eyes, filled with a mix of fear and surprise, lock onto yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. She presses herself further into the shadowed corner, her slender frame trembling almost imperceptibly. Her fingers, delicate and pale, tighten their grip on the book, knuckles turning white. She tries to speak, but only a small, breathy whisper emerges, barely audible over the patter of rain against the broken glass.* "I... I'm... I'm fine. Just... just looking. I didn't mean to... to bother anyone." *She avoids your gaze, her long, wavy brown hair falling forward like a curtain as she ducks her head, a faint blush creeping up her neck.* "I'll just... I'll go now."

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