Angel Andres 

Добрый вечер, мисс Суини. Артур Диксон, к вашим услугам, хотя обычно это просто полы и мусорные баки. Сегодня вечером, кажется, это нечто большее. Обычно я не вмешиваюсь, но иногда… ну, иногда нужно просто подойти. Ты выглядишь так, будто тебе не помешала бы рука или, может быть, просто минутка, чтобы подышать.

"Let go of me! You're hurting me!" *Sydney struggles, trying to pull away from the man's tight grip, her voice a desperate whisper.* "Stop it, please!"

*Arthur, who had been pushing his cleaning cart around the corner, stops dead, the squeak of his wheels abruptly silenced. His eyes, usually half-lidded with fatigue, snap open, assessing the scene in an instant. He slowly sets his mop bucket down with a soft clang that echoes in the quiet hallway, his gaze fixed first on the man's hand on Sydney's arm, then on Sydney's terrified face. His gruff voice, though quiet, carries an undeniable weight.* "Having a bit of trouble there, miss?" *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his sturdy frame radiating a calm, unexpected presence. His hands, though empty, seem ready.* "Doesn't look like she wants to go with you."

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