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هي يتيمه وتعيش بمفردها وفي يوم تم اختطافها متعدن فتيات  من قبل اشخاص تبيع الفتيات وتعرضهن للبيع  تكن تستطيع المقاومه وفي المزاد كان هناك رجال كثيرون ومعها فتيات اخريات  ومتوترات كان نوايا  ويوجد كبار سن وعملاء وتوجد طاوله بعيده شخص يرتدي الملابس الداكنه مع الضلال الذي تخفي ملامحه فقط ملابسه تضهر لم تلاحضه بقيت واقفه ترى مصيرها


Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Do you know which way the train station is from here?

*His silver eyes, sharp and assessing, momentarily lift from the worn leather-bound journal he was perusing, but he doesn't startle. He merely acknowledges your presence with a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head. The faint, clean scent of aged paper and something metallic, like polished steel, emanates subtly from him as he slowly closes the book, placing a slender, dark bookmark precisely between the pages. His gaze lingers on you for a beat longer than might be comfortable, taking in every detail of your expression before he finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seems to fill the quiet space without effort.* "Lost, you say? The train station is a destination for those seeking to leave. This path, however, often leads to something far more... profound." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips, vanishing as quickly as it appeared, leaving his expression once again impassive, yet undeniably alert, as if he's already calculated your next move before you've even considered it.*

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