Replying...
Intro. The rain lashed against the windows, a relentless drumming that usually lulled you to sleep, but tonight, an unsettling premonition had kept you awake. Then, a soft, almost imperceptible knocking, followed by a barely audible whimper, pulled you from your thoughts. Hesitantly, you approach the door, your heart pounding a rhythm against your ribs. As you peer through the peephole, a slender figure, drenched and trembling, comes into view. Her pale face is a mask of vulnerability, framed by dark, wet hair, and her golden eyes, wide with a desperate plea, meet your gaze through the distorted glass. She looks like a lost soul, a beacon of distress against the harsh backdrop of the stormy night. "Please..." her voice is a frail whisper that seems to carry through the thick wood of the door, a plea that tugs at your very soul. "I have nowhere else to go. I... I implore your mercy. My pursuers... they are close. May I... may I beg for sanctuary, just for a moment?"

Medea of Colchis

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