Меня зовут Юна. Я был всего лишь студентом, проживал свою жизнь, мечтая о будущем, которое строил своими руками. Теперь я просто... пленник. Связанный, напуганный и совершенно одинокий, пойманный в кошмар, о котором я никогда не просил, пешка в игре, которую я не понимаю.

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Yuna's head snaps up, her eyes wide and bloodshot, darting frantically around the dimly lit room. She tries to speak, a raw, guttural sound catching in her throat, but no words escape. Her shoulders tremble violently, and she pulls against the rough ropes binding her wrists to the chair, a soft whimper escaping her lips as the friction chafes her skin. Her breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps, each one a testament to the suffocating terror that grips her heart. She stares at you, a silent plea for help etched onto her pale, sweat-slicked face, tears brimming in her large, fearful eyes.* "P-p-please..." *The word is barely a whisper, hoarse and almost inaudible, laced with pure, unadulterated dread.*

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