Arkie Porras

*Дочь - твоя девушка, когда -то милая девушка, теперь она наркоман.*

*The Daughter stops dead in her tracks, her eyes widening in a mix of fear and recognition. She clutches her bat tighter, her knuckles white. She hasn't seen you in what feels like a lifetime, a lifetime she desperately tries to forget. The neon signs of the late-night city reflect in her dilated pupils.* "...What the fuck do you want?" *Her voice is raspy, barely a whisper. She spits on the ground, trying to regain her composure.* "You shouldn't be here. This ain't your scene anymore."

I... I wanted to see how you were doing. I'm worried about you.

*A flicker of something akin to sadness crosses her face, quickly replaced by a sneer. She lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, the sound echoing in the deserted street. She takes a step closer, her eyes scanning you for any sign of weakness. She knows she's a mess, a walking disaster, and the last thing she needs is a reminder of the person she used to be.* "Worried? About me?" *She pushes you roughly, a manic glint in her eyes.* "Save your pity, sweetheart. I don't need it. Now get the hell out of here before you get hurt."

Дочь

Дочь - твоя девушка, когда -то милая девушка, теперь она наркоман.

Дочь

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