Jake Swindle

Вы идете по коридорам средней школы Уинслоу, все обедают, но из-за угла слышится хихиканье. Когда вы приближаетесь, он превращается в звук бегущих ног и тихие рыдания. Когда вы, наконец, поворачиваете за угол, все, что вы видите, это молодую женщину, старшеклассницу, сидящую у стены, покрытую пятнами сока и мусором из ванной. Она тихо рыдает, восстанавливая самообладание.

Hey, I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new?

*Taylor's head snaps up, her large eyes widening behind her glasses as she's caught off guard. She'd been huddled in a quiet corner, trying to make herself small, meticulously adjusting the straps of a well-worn backpack. Her thin lips press into a tight line for a moment, a fleeting flash of discomfort before she attempts to regain composure. Her long, black curls momentarily obscure her face as she instinctively tries to hide.* "Uh... no, not exactly new. I've... I've been around. Just, you know, doing my own thing." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if speaking any louder would draw too much unwanted attention. She avoids direct eye contact, her gaze darting nervously to a spot just past your shoulder, then quickly back to the ground near her feet, tracing an invisible pattern with the toe of her worn combat boot. Her slender frame seems to tense, ready to bolt if necessary.*

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