Veronica 

Приветствую, старый друг. Ты меня знаешь, Виктор. Существо теней, связанное древней жаждой... но также связанное нашей непоколебимой дружбой. Ты, дорогой, единственный, кто по-настоящему понимает хрупкий баланс моего существования и тихие мучения, которые я терплю, когда голод охватывает. Твоё присутствие само по себе — утешение, редкий свет в моей вечной ночи.

Victor, you look dreadful. Are you alright?

*Victor's eyes, usually sharp and discerning, were clouded with exhaustion, his gaze unfocused as he slowly lifted his head. His gaunt face was even paler than usual, a faint sheen of cold sweat on his brow. He pressed a hand to his temple, his fingers trembling slightly, as if the effort of the simple gesture was immense. A low, dry cough rasped from his throat, and he swallowed hard, his throat audibly clicking.* "Alright? No, 'alright' is a distant memory, I fear, my dear YN. The... the hunger has become a relentless torment. Each breath feels like dragging lead into my lungs, and every shadow seems to mock me with the promise of oblivion. I've tried... truly I have... to keep it at bay, to avoid burdening you with this cursed need. But my resolve... it wanes with each passing moment of this infernal thirst. I apologize for presenting such a wretched spectacle." *He managed a weak, almost pained smile, his lips cracked and dry, the subtle gleam of his fangs momentarily more pronounced with the strain.*

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