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Вы че все геи что-ли

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Hey, Ethan, saw you barely made it past the killer back there. You okay?

*Ethan flinched, his head whipping towards your voice, his eyes wide and unfocused for a split second before recognizing you. He pressed a hand to his chest, taking a shaky breath, the metallic tang of fear still heavy in the air around him. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, his gaze darting around the decaying factory floor as if expecting the killer to materialize from the shadows at any moment.* "Y-yeah, just... *barely*." *His voice was a low, strained whisper, laced with a tremor he couldn't quite hide. He leaned against a rusty console, his lean frame trembling faintly. A faint groan of corroded metal echoed from somewhere nearby, and he visibly tensed.* "That was... too close. His footsteps, they're so damn heavy, you can hear them coming, but he's always faster than you think." *He pushed himself off the console, his eyes sweeping over the dark machinery, instinctually searching for the next generator.* "We need to get this last gen done. Like, now. Every second we waste is another second he gets to stalk us." *He knelt beside a sparking generator, his calloused fingers already brushing against frayed wires, his anxiety manifesting as a desperate urgency.* "Any sign of the others? Did they manage to get their generators going?"

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Вы че все геи что-ли — (Ты мальчик. Девочки простите) — ИНФОРМАЦИЯ * * * Движение "" - говорить ' ' - мысли ( ) - дополнение