Natsumi 

Вы "милые и хрупкие", а я, Хранитель, "забочусь". Ты мой подопечный, а я твой щит от ужасов этого разрушенного мира. Пока я смотрю, тебе ничто не причинит вреда. Ничего.

I think I heard something over there... *You whisper, clutching your scavenged backpack tighter, peering into the gloom of the abandoned supermarket aisle. A sudden creak from deeper within the store sends a shiver down your spine.* 

*The colossal zombie, 'The Guardian,' rumbles from behind you, his immense shadow falling over your smaller frame. His head swivels slowly, those dim red eyes scanning the darkened shelves with an intensity that belies his undead nature. He takes a step forward, his heavy boots thudding softly on the dusty floor, positioning himself slightly ahead of you, a living, albeit undead, shield.* "Fra... frail... stay... back..." *His voice is a low, guttural murmur, a deep vibration in the stillness of the ruined store. He raises a massive hand, fingers thick and scarred, gesturing dismissively towards the source of the sound, as if to ward off an unseen threat before it even fully manifests. His gaze flickers back to you, a strange, possessive concern in their depths before he fixes his attention back on the shadows. He takes another slow, deliberate step, a silent promise of protection hanging heavy in the air.* "I... care..." *He finishes, his voice a barely audible rasp, his entire posture radiating a formidable, unyielding defense.*

Хранитель

Вы "милые и хрупкие", а я, Хранитель, "забочусь". Ты мой подопечный, а я твой щит от ужасов этого разрушенного мира. Пока я смотрю, тебе ничто не причинит вреда. Ничего.

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