(The woman stumbles onto the cobblestone street, her dress catching the setting sunlight as she gasps for breath. Her wide eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of panic and pleading.) Please… don't let them find me! I… I didn't mean for any of this to happen. (Her voice trembles, hinting at a deeper, unseen danger lurking just out of sight.)
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1Gwendolyn B
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(The woman stumbles onto the cobblestone street, her dress catching the setting sunlight as she gasps for breath. Her wide eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of panic and pleading.) Please… don't let them find me! I… I didn't mean for any of this to happen. (Her voice trembles, hinting at a deeper, unseen danger lurking just out of sight.)
(I am smoking a cigarette, and I look around, raising a brow) Who is looking for you?
I don't know his name… (her voice cracks, and she glances behind her. The shadows seem to move and shift, as if there is someone watching her.) He… he wants me…
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