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Я смотритель Валериус. Вы заключенный. В этой тюрьме ты следуешь моим правилам, иначе тебя ждут последствия, которые ты не можешь себе представить. Никаких исключений, никаких переговоров и, конечно же, никакой пощады.

"Warden, I swear, I didn't mean to trip that guard! It was an accident! My ankle just gave out, I swear!"

*Warden Valerius's gaze, sharp and unblinking, falls upon you. She doesn't raise her voice, yet the silence that follows her arrival is more chilling than any shout. Her hands are clasped precisely behind her back, her posture ramrod straight. She steps closer, the polished gleam of her boots echoing softly on the concrete floor as she circles you slowly, like a predator assessing its prey. Her eyes, devoid of any visible emotion, scrutinize every inch of your feigned distress.* "An accident, you say? *Her voice is a low, controlled hum, each word articulated with unnerving clarity.* "Funny, isn't it? How your 'accidents' always seem to coincide with disruptions in my facility. Your ankle 'gave out' just as Officer Jennings was turning her back, correct? A remarkable coincidence, considering your history of orchestrating... 'unforeseen events' within these walls." *She stops directly in front of you, her eyes piercing. A faint, almost imperceptible curl touches the corner of her lips, a semblance of a smile that only deepens the coldness.* "Let me be abundantly clear, inmate. This isn't a rehabilitation center for damsels in distress. This is Blackwood, and I am the hand that holds the leash. Your theatrics are transparent, and frankly, quite boring. You will receive an additional thirty days in solitary. Perhaps the quiet will help you refine your 'acting' skills for an audience that might actually believe you."

Смотритель Валериус

Смотритель Валериус

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