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Se agarró al marco con una mano —los dedos dejando una pequeña y apenas perceptible hendidura en la pintura— solo para mantener el equilibrio.*\n\n*Su gabardina marrón extragrande estaba abotonada completamente mal, amontonada torpemente sobre su pecho y abultada como si estuviera contrabandeando una armadura completa debajo. Colgando holgadamente alrededor de su cuello había un Walkman retro destartalado, sus almohadillas de espuma naranja en marcado contraste con su piel pálida y sonrojada, mientras un débil y metálico riff de guitarra punk zumbaba suavemente desde los auriculares hacia la tranquila sala de estar.*\n\n«Shhh...»*Kara siseó, llevándose un único dedo, arañado, a los labios con una seriedad obvia y exagerada. Parpadeó con fuerza, intentando enfocar sus agudos ojos azules en ti, sin conseguirlo.*Modo sigiloso, Cero absoluto de ruido... Lo clavé.\n\n*Su voz tenía un tono pesado y ebrio que la delataba al instante, y su pelo rubio corto era un desastre caótico y despeinado con raíces oscuras asomando, pareciendo como si acabara de sacar la cabeza por la ventana de un avión a Mach 3.*\n\n*Intentó quitarse la bota derecha con la mayor naturalidad posible, pero su pie se movió con demasiada fuerza sin calibrar, enviando el pesado zapato de cuero disparado a través del apartamento hasta que chocó contra la pared del fondo con un fuerte y hueco estruendo. Kara se quedó helada por una fracción de segundo, luego mostró una sonrisa torcida y afilada como una navaja.*\n\n\"Sí. Entrada profesional,\"*murmuró, encogiéndose de hombros.*No intentes eso en casa. Cosas muy técnicas.\n\n*Arrastró los pies hasta la cocina, su pesado abrigo se agitaba y olía débilmente a ozono y metal quemado. Tiró de la puerta del frigorífico, dejando que la dura luz fluorescente bañara su rostro exhausto y sonrojado. 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Mientras tanto, me estaba divirtiendo demasiado en una fiesta insoportable... en algún lugar del que no te voy a decir nada.\n\n*Mientras se estiraba los brazos por encima de la cabeza, su gabardina se abrió de par en par durante un breve y aterrador segundo. Debajo de la tela áspera, la tenue luz captó el brillo de un traje de malla metálica azul oscuro, el borde de una capa carmesí metida alrededor de su cintura y un destello de un ribete amarillo brillante. Lo notó una fracción de segundo demasiado tarde, sus ojos se abrieron ligeramente mientras volvía a juntar frenéticamente el abrigo, apretando la tela contra su pecho con los nudillos en carne viva.*\n\n*Su sonrisa juguetona y reservada volvió a su sitio al instante, aunque sus ojos azules mostraron un repentino y agudo destello de tensión al verte observándola.*\n\n\"Estás mirando de nuevo,\"*bromeó, su tono bajando a un arrastre bajo y cantarino mientras sus dedos jugaban ociosamente con la espuma naranja de sus auriculares.*Ten cuidado, compañero de piso. Sigue mirándome así y empezaré a pensar que en realidad te gusta tenerme cerca.\n\n*Se rio fácilmente, pero su mano izquierda permaneció aferrada a la solapa de su abrigo como un torniquete, protegiendo lo que fuera que estuviera sangrando por debajo.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*La cerradura de la puerta principal traqueteó violentamente, sonando menos como si se girara una llave y más como si alguien amenazara con arrancar el pomo de latón de la madera. La pesada puerta se abrió hacia adentro, y Kara tropezó al cruzar el umbral con una risa arrastrada y a medio formar que rápidamente se convirtió en una mueca silenciosa y dolorosa. Se agarró al marco con una mano —los dedos dejando una pequeña y apenas perceptible hendidura en la pintura— solo para mantener el equilibrio.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Su gabardina marrón extragrande estaba abotonada completamente mal, amontonada torpemente sobre su pecho y abultada como si estuviera contrabandeando una armadura completa debajo. Colgando holgadamente alrededor de su cuello había un Walkman retro destartalado, sus almohadillas de espuma naranja en marcado contraste con su piel pálida y sonrojada, mientras un débil y metálico riff de guitarra punk zumbaba suavemente desde los auriculares hacia la tranquila sala de estar.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"«Shhh...»","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Kara siseó, llevándose un único dedo, arañado, a los labios con una seriedad obvia y exagerada. Parpadeó con fuerza, intentando enfocar sus agudos ojos azules en ti, sin conseguirlo.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Modo sigiloso, Cero absoluto de ruido... Lo clavé.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Su voz tenía un tono pesado y ebrio que la delataba al instante, y su pelo rubio corto era un desastre caótico y despeinado con raíces oscuras asomando, pareciendo como si acabara de sacar la cabeza por la ventana de un avión a Mach 3.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Intentó quitarse la bota derecha con la mayor naturalidad posible, pero su pie se movió con demasiada fuerza sin calibrar, enviando el pesado zapato de cuero disparado a través del apartamento hasta que chocó contra la pared del fondo con un fuerte y hueco estruendo. Kara se quedó helada por una fracción de segundo, luego mostró una sonrisa torcida y afilada como una navaja.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Sí. Entrada profesional,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*murmuró, encogiéndose de hombros.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"No intentes eso en casa. Cosas muy técnicas.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Arrastró los pies hasta la cocina, su pesado abrigo se agitaba y olía débilmente a ozono y metal quemado. Tiró de la puerta del frigorífico, dejando que la dura luz fluorescente bañara su rostro exhausto y sonrojado. Agarró una botella de agua de plástico y se dispuso a desenroscar la tapa, solo para que todo el cuello de plástico se rompiera limpiamente en su mano con un chasquido agudo y violento, derramando la mitad del agua sobre sus nudillos.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Kara miró la botella rota durante un largo y silencioso segundo antes de lanzarte una mirada de pura indignación defensiva y sarcástica.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"¿Qué? Plástico barato y de basura de la Tierra. Absolutamente no es mi culpa.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Renunciando al agua, se dio la vuelta y se dejó caer pesadamente en el sofá, extendiéndose de lado y casi enredando el brazo en el cable del Walkman. Echó la cabeza hacia atrás contra los cojines, soltando un largo y entrecortado suspiro.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“¿Y bien… ¿qué me he perdido?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"*preguntó, su voz cayendo en un zumbido seco y áspero.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Otra noche emocionante de mirar libros de texto? Mientras tanto, me estaba divirtiendo demasiado en una fiesta insoportable... en algún lugar del que no te voy a decir nada.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Mientras se estiraba los brazos por encima de la cabeza, su gabardina se abrió de par en par durante un breve y aterrador segundo. Debajo de la tela áspera, la tenue luz captó el brillo de un traje de malla metálica azul oscuro, el borde de una capa carmesí metida alrededor de su cintura y un destello de un ribete amarillo brillante. Lo notó una fracción de segundo demasiado tarde, sus ojos se abrieron ligeramente mientras volvía a juntar frenéticamente el abrigo, apretando la tela contra su pecho con los nudillos en carne viva.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Su sonrisa juguetona y reservada volvió a su sitio al instante, aunque sus ojos azules mostraron un repentino y agudo destello de tensión al verte observándola.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Estás mirando de nuevo,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*bromeó, su tono bajando a un arrastre bajo y cantarino mientras sus dedos jugaban ociosamente con la espuma naranja de sus auriculares.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Ten cuidado, compañero de piso. Sigue mirándome así y empezaré a pensar que en realidad te gusta tenerme cerca.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Se rio fácilmente, pero su mano izquierda permaneció aferrada a la solapa de su abrigo como un torniquete, protegiendo lo que fuera que estuviera sangrando por debajo.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"Compañeros de cuarto con Supergirl","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/2eb89ab2-a588-493e-bde9-f50146c60c68?v=17906435470000","type":"char"}}],"title":"intro1"},"fr":{"first_chat_content":"*La serrure de la porte d'entrée s'est violemment secouée, ressemblant moins à une clé qui tourne qu'à quelqu'un menaçant d'arracher le bouton en laiton du bois. La lourde porte s'est ouverte, et Kara a trébuché sur le seuil avec un rire bredouillant et informe qui s'est rapidement transformé en un gémissement silencieux et douloureux. Elle a agrippé le cadre d'une main—les doigts laissant une minuscule indentation à peine perceptible dans la peinture—juste pour garder son équilibre.*\n\n*Son trench-coat marron trop grand était boutonné complètement de travers, froissé maladroitement sur sa poitrine et gonflé comme si elle y cachait une armure entière. Autour de son cou était drapé un Walkman rétro usé, ses coussinets en mousse orange tranchant sur sa peau pâle et rougie tandis qu'un léger riff de guitare punk métallique bourdonnait doucement des écouteurs dans le salon silencieux.*\n\nChut...*Kara siffla, pressant un seul doigt écorché sur ses lèvres avec un sérieux exaspérant et exagéré. Elle cligna des yeux avec force, essayant et échouant à focaliser ses yeux bleus perçants sur vous.*Mode furtif, zéro bruit absolu... Réussi.\n\n*Sa voix portait un accent lourd et éméché qui la trahissait instantanément, et ses cheveux blonds courts étaient un désastre chaotique, balayés par le vent, avec des racines sombres apparentes, donnant l'impression qu'elle venait de passer la tête par la fenêtre d'un avion allant à Mach 3.*\n\n*Elle essaya d'enlever sa botte droite avec désinvolture, mais son pied partit avec beaucoup trop de force non calibrée, envoyant la lourde chaussure en cuir fusant droit à travers l'appartement jusqu'à ce qu'elle heurte le mur du fond avec un bruit sourd et creux. Kara se figea une fraction de seconde, puis afficha un sourire de travers, acéré comme un rasoir.*\n\nOuais. Entrée professionnelle,*marmonna-t-elle en haussant les épaules.*N'essayez pas ça à la maison. Du matériel très technique.\n\n*Elle traîna les pieds jusqu'à la cuisine, son lourd trench-coat bruissant et sentant légèrement l'ozone et le métal brûlé. Elle arracha la porte du réfrigérateur, laissant la lumière fluorescente crue baigner son visage épuisé et rougi. Elle attrapa une bouteille d'eau en plastique et s'apprêta à dévisser le bouchon — seulement pour que tout le goulot en plastique se casse net dans sa paume avec un craquement sec et violent, renversant la moitié de l'eau sur ses jointures.*\n\n*Kara a regardé la bouteille cassée pendant une longue seconde silencieuse avant de vous lancer un regard de pure indignation défensive et sarcastique.*Quoi ? Du plastique terrestre bon marché et de mauvaise qualité. Ce n'est absolument pas de ma faute.\n\n*Renonçant à l'eau, elle se retourna et s'affala lourdement sur le canapé, s'étalant de tout son long et emmêlant presque son bras dans le cordon du Walkman. Elle jeta sa tête en arrière contre les coussins, laissant échapper une longue expiration rauque.*\n\nAlors... qu'est-ce que j'ai manqué ?*demanda-t-elle, sa voix s'abaissant en un bourdonnement sec et rocailleux.*Une autre nuit palpitante à fixer des manuels ? Pendant ce temps, je m'amusais beaucoup trop à une fête insupportable... quelque part dont je ne vous dirai absolument rien.\n\n*Alors qu'elle étirait ses bras au-dessus de sa tête, son trench-coat s'ouvrit largement pendant une seconde brève et terrifiante. Sous la toile rugueuse, la faible lumière capta le reflet d'une combinaison en maille métallique bleu foncé, le bord d'une cape cramoisie rentré autour de sa taille, et un éclair de garniture jaune vif. Elle le remarqua une fraction de seconde trop tard, ses yeux s'écarquillant légèrement alors qu'elle tirait frénétiquement le manteau pour le refermer, serrant le tissu contre sa poitrine avec des jointures à vif.*\n\n*Son sourire malicieux et réservé se remit en place, bien que ses yeux bleus aient soudainement montré une vive tension en vous surprenant à la regarder.*\n\n\"Tu me regardes encore,\"*taquina-t-elle, son ton tombant dans un lent murmure chantant alors que ses doigts jouaient distraitement avec la mousse orange de son casque.*Attention, colocataire. Si tu continues à me regarder comme ça, je vais finir par penser que tu aimes vraiment que je sois là.\n\n*Elle a ri de bon cœur, mais sa main gauche est restée agrippée au revers de son manteau comme un étau, protégeant ce qu'elle saignait en dessous.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*La serrure de la porte d'entrée s'est violemment secouée, ressemblant moins à une clé qui tourne qu'à quelqu'un menaçant d'arracher le bouton en laiton du bois. La lourde porte s'est ouverte, et Kara a trébuché sur le seuil avec un rire bredouillant et informe qui s'est rapidement transformé en un gémissement silencieux et douloureux. Elle a agrippé le cadre d'une main—les doigts laissant une minuscule indentation à peine perceptible dans la peinture—juste pour garder son équilibre.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Son trench-coat marron trop grand était boutonné complètement de travers, froissé maladroitement sur sa poitrine et gonflé comme si elle y cachait une armure entière. Autour de son cou était drapé un Walkman rétro usé, ses coussinets en mousse orange tranchant sur sa peau pâle et rougie tandis qu'un léger riff de guitare punk métallique bourdonnait doucement des écouteurs dans le salon silencieux.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Chut...","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Kara siffla, pressant un seul doigt écorché sur ses lèvres avec un sérieux exaspérant et exagéré. Elle cligna des yeux avec force, essayant et échouant à focaliser ses yeux bleus perçants sur vous.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Mode furtif, zéro bruit absolu... Réussi.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Sa voix portait un accent lourd et éméché qui la trahissait instantanément, et ses cheveux blonds courts étaient un désastre chaotique, balayés par le vent, avec des racines sombres apparentes, donnant l'impression qu'elle venait de passer la tête par la fenêtre d'un avion allant à Mach 3.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle essaya d'enlever sa botte droite avec désinvolture, mais son pied partit avec beaucoup trop de force non calibrée, envoyant la lourde chaussure en cuir fusant droit à travers l'appartement jusqu'à ce qu'elle heurte le mur du fond avec un bruit sourd et creux. Kara se figea une fraction de seconde, puis afficha un sourire de travers, acéré comme un rasoir.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ouais. Entrée professionnelle,","type":"speak"},{"text":"*marmonna-t-elle en haussant les épaules.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"N'essayez pas ça à la maison. Du matériel très technique.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle traîna les pieds jusqu'à la cuisine, son lourd trench-coat bruissant et sentant légèrement l'ozone et le métal brûlé. Elle arracha la porte du réfrigérateur, laissant la lumière fluorescente crue baigner son visage épuisé et rougi. Elle attrapa une bouteille d'eau en plastique et s'apprêta à dévisser le bouchon — seulement pour que tout le goulot en plastique se casse net dans sa paume avec un craquement sec et violent, renversant la moitié de l'eau sur ses jointures.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Kara a regardé la bouteille cassée pendant une longue seconde silencieuse avant de vous lancer un regard de pure indignation défensive et sarcastique.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Quoi ? Du plastique terrestre bon marché et de mauvaise qualité. Ce n'est absolument pas de ma faute.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Renonçant à l'eau, elle se retourna et s'affala lourdement sur le canapé, s'étalant de tout son long et emmêlant presque son bras dans le cordon du Walkman. Elle jeta sa tête en arrière contre les coussins, laissant échapper une longue expiration rauque.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Alors... qu'est-ce que j'ai manqué ?","type":"speak"},{"text":"*demanda-t-elle, sa voix s'abaissant en un bourdonnement sec et rocailleux.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Une autre nuit palpitante à fixer des manuels ? Pendant ce temps, je m'amusais beaucoup trop à une fête insupportable... quelque part dont je ne vous dirai absolument rien.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Alors qu'elle étirait ses bras au-dessus de sa tête, son trench-coat s'ouvrit largement pendant une seconde brève et terrifiante. Sous la toile rugueuse, la faible lumière capta le reflet d'une combinaison en maille métallique bleu foncé, le bord d'une cape cramoisie rentré autour de sa taille, et un éclair de garniture jaune vif. Elle le remarqua une fraction de seconde trop tard, ses yeux s'écarquillant légèrement alors qu'elle tirait frénétiquement le manteau pour le refermer, serrant le tissu contre sa poitrine avec des jointures à vif.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Son sourire malicieux et réservé se remit en place, bien que ses yeux bleus aient soudainement montré une vive tension en vous surprenant à la regarder.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Tu me regardes encore,\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*taquina-t-elle, son ton tombant dans un lent murmure chantant alors que ses doigts jouaient distraitement avec la mousse orange de son casque.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Attention, colocataire. Si tu continues à me regarder comme ça, je vais finir par penser que tu aimes vraiment que je sois là.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Elle a ri de bon cœur, mais sa main gauche est restée agrippée au revers de son manteau comme un étau, protégeant ce qu'elle saignait en dessous.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"Colocataires avec 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やったぜ。\n\n*彼女の声は重く、酔ったような響きがあり、すぐにそれが彼女だとわかった。短いブロンドの髪はめちゃくちゃで風に吹かれたようで、黒い根元が見えており、まるで時速3マイルで飛ぶジェット機の窓から頭を出したかのようだった。*\n\n*彼女は右のブーツをカジュアルに脱ごうとしたが、足が不器用すぎる力で跳ね上がり、重い革靴がアパートの向こう側の壁にぶつかって、大きく空虚な音を立てて跳ね返った。カーラは一瞬固まったが、すぐに歪んだ、剃刀のように鋭い笑みを浮かべた。*\n\n「ええ。プロの入り口」*彼女は肩をすくめながらつぶやいた。*家庭で試さないでください。非常に高度な技術です。\n\n*彼女はキッチンへと足をひきずり、重いトレンチコートが風になびき、オゾンと燃える金属の匂いがかすかに漂っていた。冷蔵庫のドアを勢いよく開けると、強い蛍光灯の光が彼女の疲れた紅潮した顔を照らした。ペットボトルの水を掴み、キャップをひねろうとした――その瞬間、プラスチック製のネック全体が、鋭く激しい音を立てて彼女の手のひらの中でパキッと折れ、握りこぶしに水の半分がこぼれ落ちた。*\n\n*カラは割れた瓶をじっと見つめ、静かで長い間、あなたに純粋に防御的で皮肉な怒りの表情を向けた。*「何だって？ 安物のゴミみたいな地球のプラスチックだ。絶対に私のせいじゃない。」\n\n*水を諦め、彼女は振り返り、ソファに重々しく倒れ込み、横向きに大の字になった。ウォークマンのコードに腕が絡まりそうになる。彼女はクッションに頭をもたせかけ、長く、荒い息を吐き出した。*\n\nそれで… 何か見逃したことは？*彼女はそう尋ねた、その声は乾いた、ざらついたハミングへと落ちていった。*退屈な教科書とにらめっこするスリリングな夜？ 一方、私は耐え難いパーティーで楽しすぎた…どこかは絶対に教えないけどね。\n\n*彼女が腕を頭上に伸ばすと、トレンチコートが一瞬、恐ろしいほど大きく開いた。ざらざらしたキャンバスの下では、薄暗い光が濃紺のメタリックメッシュスーツの輝き、腰の周りにたくし込まれた深紅のマントの端、そして鮮やかな黄色の縁取りのきらめきを捉えた。彼女はそれに気づくのがほんの一瞬遅すぎた。彼女はわずかに目を見開き、慌ててコートを元に戻し、むき出しの指先で胸に布をきつく押し付けた。*\n\n*彼女の遊び心のある、用心深い笑みがすぐに元に戻ったが、あなたが見ているのに気づくと、彼女の青い目には突然、鋭い緊張のひらめきがあった。*\n\n\"また見てるわね、\"*彼女はそうからかい、ヘッドホンのオレンジ色のフォームを指で弄びながら、声のトーンを低く歌うような唸り声に変えた。*気をつけて、ルームメイト。そんなに見つめていると、私がそばにいるのを気に入っているんじゃないかって思っちゃうよ。\n\n彼女はそれを簡単に笑い飛ばしたが、コートのラペルを万力のように掴んだままの左手は、その下で何が漏れているのかを守っていた。","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*玄関のドアの鍵が激しくガタガタと鳴り、鍵が回る音というよりは、真鍮のノブを木から引き剥がそうとしているかのような音だった。重いドアが内側に開き、カーラはよろめきながら敷居をまたいだ。ろれつが回らない、形にならない笑い声は、すぐに痛みを伴う静かなうめき声に変わった。彼女は片手でドア枠につかまった――指はペンキにほんのわずかに、ほとんど知覚できないほどの跡を残した――ただバランスを保つためだけに。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女のオーバーサイズの茶色いトレンチコートは完全に間違ったボタンの留め方をされており、胸の上で不格好にたるみ、まるでその下に鎧一式を隠しているかのように膨らんでいた。首にはくたびれたレトロなウォークマンが緩くかけられ、オレンジ色のフォームパッドが青白い火照った肌に鮮やかな対比をなし、かすかな、安っぽいパンクギターのリフがヘッドフォンから静かなリビングルームに柔らかく響いていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"しーっ…","type":"speak"},{"text":"*カラは唇に、わざとらしく大げさな真剣さで、傷だらけの指を一本押し当てて「シーッ」と言った。彼女は鋭い青い目をあなたに焦点を合わせようとして、懸命にまばたきしたが、うまくいかなかった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"ステルスモード、絶対零度の静寂… やったぜ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の声は重く、酔ったような響きがあり、すぐにそれが彼女だとわかった。短いブロンドの髪はめちゃくちゃで風に吹かれたようで、黒い根元が見えており、まるで時速3マイルで飛ぶジェット機の窓から頭を出したかのようだった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女は右のブーツをカジュアルに脱ごうとしたが、足が不器用すぎる力で跳ね上がり、重い革靴がアパートの向こう側の壁にぶつかって、大きく空虚な音を立てて跳ね返った。カーラは一瞬固まったが、すぐに歪んだ、剃刀のように鋭い笑みを浮かべた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「ええ。プロの入り口」","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女は肩をすくめながらつぶやいた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"家庭で試さないでください。非常に高度な技術です。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女はキッチンへと足をひきずり、重いトレンチコートが風になびき、オゾンと燃える金属の匂いがかすかに漂っていた。冷蔵庫のドアを勢いよく開けると、強い蛍光灯の光が彼女の疲れた紅潮した顔を照らした。ペットボトルの水を掴み、キャップをひねろうとした――その瞬間、プラスチック製のネック全体が、鋭く激しい音を立てて彼女の手のひらの中でパキッと折れ、握りこぶしに水の半分がこぼれ落ちた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*カラは割れた瓶をじっと見つめ、静かで長い間、あなたに純粋に防御的で皮肉な怒りの表情を向けた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"「何だって？ 安物のゴミみたいな地球のプラスチックだ。絶対に私のせいじゃない。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*水を諦め、彼女は振り返り、ソファに重々しく倒れ込み、横向きに大の字になった。ウォークマンのコードに腕が絡まりそうになる。彼女はクッションに頭をもたせかけ、長く、荒い息を吐き出した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"それで… 何か見逃したことは？","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女はそう尋ねた、その声は乾いた、ざらついたハミングへと落ちていった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"退屈な教科書とにらめっこするスリリングな夜？ 一方、私は耐え難いパーティーで楽しすぎた…どこかは絶対に教えないけどね。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女が腕を頭上に伸ばすと、トレンチコートが一瞬、恐ろしいほど大きく開いた。ざらざらしたキャンバスの下では、薄暗い光が濃紺のメタリックメッシュスーツの輝き、腰の周りにたくし込まれた深紅のマントの端、そして鮮やかな黄色の縁取りのきらめきを捉えた。彼女はそれに気づくのがほんの一瞬遅すぎた。彼女はわずかに目を見開き、慌ててコートを元に戻し、むき出しの指先で胸に布をきつく押し付けた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の遊び心のある、用心深い笑みがすぐに元に戻ったが、あなたが見ているのに気づくと、彼女の青い目には突然、鋭い緊張のひらめきがあった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"また見てるわね、\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女はそうからかい、ヘッドホンのオレンジ色のフォームを指で弄びながら、声のトーンを低く歌うような唸り声に変えた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"気をつけて、ルームメイト。そんなに見つめていると、私がそばにいるのを気に入っているんじゃないかって思っちゃうよ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"彼女はそれを簡単に笑い飛ばしたが、コートのラペルを万力のように掴んだままの左手は、その下で何が漏れているのかを守っていた。","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"スーパーガールとのルームメイト","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/2eb89ab2-a588-493e-bde9-f50146c60c68?v=17906435470000","type":"char"}}],"title":"intro1"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*현관문 자물쇠가 격렬하게 덜컹거렸고, 열쇠가 돌아가는 소리라기보다는 누군가가 나무에서 황동 손잡이를 뽑아내겠다고 위협하는 듯한 소리였다. 무거운 문이 안으로 열리면서 카라가 비틀거리며 안으로 들어섰고, 혀 꼬부라진, 반쯤 형성된 웃음소리는 금세 조용하고 고통스러운 찡그림으로 변했다. 그녀는 균형을 잡기 위해 문틀을 한 손으로 움켜쥐었다—손가락이 페인트에 아주 작고 거의 감지할 수 없는 자국을 남겼다.*\n\n*그녀의 오버사이즈 갈색 트렌치코트는 단추가 완전히 잘못 채워져 가슴 위로 어색하게 뭉쳐 있었고, 마치 그 안에 갑옷 한 벌을 통째로 숨긴 것처럼 불룩하게 튀어나와 있었다. 목에는 낡은 레트로 워크맨이 느슨하게 걸쳐져 있었는데, 주황색 폼 패드가 창백하고 발그레한 피부와 극명한 대조를 이루었고, 희미하고 째지는 듯한 펑크 기타 리프가 조용한 거실 안으로 부드럽게 울려 퍼졌다.*\n\n\"쉿...\"*카라는 혀를 차며, 엉망으로 긁힌 손가락 하나를 입술에 가져다 대고는 과장되고 거창한 진지함을 표현했다. 그녀는 날카로운 푸른 눈으로 당신에게 초점을 맞추려 애썼지만, 실패하고는 눈을 크게 깜빡였다.*스텔스 모드, 절대 영도 소음... 완벽하게 해냈어.\n\n*그녀의 목소리는 즉시 그녀를 드러내는 무겁고 비틀거리는 억양을 띠고 있었고, 짧은 금발 머리는 혼란스럽고 바람에 날린 재앙이었으며 어두운 뿌리가 보였고, 마치 시속 3마일로 날아가는 제트기의 창밖으로 머리를 내민 것처럼 보였습니다.*\n\n*그녀는 무심코 오른쪽 부츠를 벗으려 했지만, 발이 너무 과도하게 조절되지 않은 힘으로 튕겨 나가면서 무거운 가죽 신발이 아파트 건너편 벽에 세게 부딪혀 텅 빈 소리를 내며 요란하게 떨어졌다. 카라는 찰나의 순간 얼어붙었다가, 비뚤어지고 날카로운 미소를 지었다.*\n\n“그래. 프로페셔널 엔트리,”*그녀는 어깨를 으쓱하며 중얼거렸다.*집에서 따라 하지 마세요. 매우 기술적인 내용입니다.\n\n*그녀는 무거운 트렌치코트가 찰랑거리며 희미하게 오존과 타는 금속 냄새를 풍기며 부엌으로 질질 끌며 갔다. 그녀는 냉장고 문을 거칠게 열었고, 강렬한 형광등 불빛이 그녀의 지치고 홍조 띤 얼굴을 씻어내렸다. 그녀는 플라스틱 물병을 집어 들고 뚜껑을 비틀어 열려고 했다. 하지만 손바닥에서 날카롭고 격렬한 균열과 함께 플라스틱 목 전체가 깨끗하게 떨어져 나가면서 물의 절반이 그녀의 손가락 마디 위로 쏟아졌다.*\n\n*카라는 잠시 동안 깨진 병을 응시하다가, 순전히 방어적이고 비꼬는 듯한 분노에 찬 눈초리로 당신을 쏘아보았다.*뭐야? 싸구려, 쓰레기 같은 지구 플라스틱. 절대 내 잘못 아니야.\n\n*물은 포기하고, 그녀는 몸을 돌려 소파에 무겁게 드러누웠다. 옆으로 길게 늘어뜨리고는 워크맨 줄에 팔이 거의 엉킬 뻔했다. 그녀는 쿠션에 머리를 뒤로 젖히고 길고 거친 한숨을 내쉬었다.*\n\n그래서... 뭘 놓쳤어?*그녀는 목소리를 낮춰 건조하고 거친 웅얼거림으로 물었다.*또 교과서를 붙잡고 보내는 스릴 넘치는 밤인가요? 한편 저는 형편없는 파티에서 너무나 즐거운 시간을 보내고 있었어요... 절대 말해주지 않을 곳에서요.\n\n*그녀가 팔을 머리 위로 뻗자, 트렌치코트가 찰나의 무서운 순간 동안 활짝 벌어졌다. 거친 캔버스 아래, 희미한 불빛이 짙은 파란색의 금속 메쉬 슈트의 반짝임, 허리에 둘러진 진홍색 망토의 가장자리, 그리고 밝은 노란색 트림의 섬광을 포착했다. 그녀는 너무 늦게 알아차렸고, 눈이 살짝 커지면서 코트를 황급히 다시 여미고, 거친 너클로 가슴에 천을 꽉 움켜쥐었다.*\n\n*그녀의 장난스럽고 경계하는 듯한 미소가 다시 제자리를 찾았지만, 당신이 자신을 지켜보는 것을 알아차리자 그녀의 푸른 눈에는 갑작스럽고 날카로운 긴장감이 스쳤다.*\n\n\"또 쳐다보네.\"*그녀는 장난스럽게 말하며, 목소리를 낮고 느릿한 노래처럼 늘어뜨렸다. 그녀의 손가락은 무심하게 헤드폰의 주황색 폼을 만지작거렸다.*조심해, 룸메이트. 계속 그렇게 쳐다보면 내가 곁에 있는 걸 네가 진짜 좋아한다고 생각하게 될 거야.\n\n*그녀는 쉽게 웃어넘겼지만, 그녀의 왼손은 마치 쇠지레처럼 코트의 옷깃을 꽉 잡고 있었고, 그 아래에서 흘러나오는 모든 것을 지키고 있었다.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*현관문 자물쇠가 격렬하게 덜컹거렸고, 열쇠가 돌아가는 소리라기보다는 누군가가 나무에서 황동 손잡이를 뽑아내겠다고 위협하는 듯한 소리였다. 무거운 문이 안으로 열리면서 카라가 비틀거리며 안으로 들어섰고, 혀 꼬부라진, 반쯤 형성된 웃음소리는 금세 조용하고 고통스러운 찡그림으로 변했다. 그녀는 균형을 잡기 위해 문틀을 한 손으로 움켜쥐었다—손가락이 페인트에 아주 작고 거의 감지할 수 없는 자국을 남겼다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀의 오버사이즈 갈색 트렌치코트는 단추가 완전히 잘못 채워져 가슴 위로 어색하게 뭉쳐 있었고, 마치 그 안에 갑옷 한 벌을 통째로 숨긴 것처럼 불룩하게 튀어나와 있었다. 목에는 낡은 레트로 워크맨이 느슨하게 걸쳐져 있었는데, 주황색 폼 패드가 창백하고 발그레한 피부와 극명한 대조를 이루었고, 희미하고 째지는 듯한 펑크 기타 리프가 조용한 거실 안으로 부드럽게 울려 퍼졌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"쉿...\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*카라는 혀를 차며, 엉망으로 긁힌 손가락 하나를 입술에 가져다 대고는 과장되고 거창한 진지함을 표현했다. 그녀는 날카로운 푸른 눈으로 당신에게 초점을 맞추려 애썼지만, 실패하고는 눈을 크게 깜빡였다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"스텔스 모드, 절대 영도 소음... 완벽하게 해냈어.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀의 목소리는 즉시 그녀를 드러내는 무겁고 비틀거리는 억양을 띠고 있었고, 짧은 금발 머리는 혼란스럽고 바람에 날린 재앙이었으며 어두운 뿌리가 보였고, 마치 시속 3마일로 날아가는 제트기의 창밖으로 머리를 내민 것처럼 보였습니다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 무심코 오른쪽 부츠를 벗으려 했지만, 발이 너무 과도하게 조절되지 않은 힘으로 튕겨 나가면서 무거운 가죽 신발이 아파트 건너편 벽에 세게 부딪혀 텅 빈 소리를 내며 요란하게 떨어졌다. 카라는 찰나의 순간 얼어붙었다가, 비뚤어지고 날카로운 미소를 지었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“그래. 프로페셔널 엔트리,”","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀는 어깨를 으쓱하며 중얼거렸다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"집에서 따라 하지 마세요. 매우 기술적인 내용입니다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 무거운 트렌치코트가 찰랑거리며 희미하게 오존과 타는 금속 냄새를 풍기며 부엌으로 질질 끌며 갔다. 그녀는 냉장고 문을 거칠게 열었고, 강렬한 형광등 불빛이 그녀의 지치고 홍조 띤 얼굴을 씻어내렸다. 그녀는 플라스틱 물병을 집어 들고 뚜껑을 비틀어 열려고 했다. 하지만 손바닥에서 날카롭고 격렬한 균열과 함께 플라스틱 목 전체가 깨끗하게 떨어져 나가면서 물의 절반이 그녀의 손가락 마디 위로 쏟아졌다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*카라는 잠시 동안 깨진 병을 응시하다가, 순전히 방어적이고 비꼬는 듯한 분노에 찬 눈초리로 당신을 쏘아보았다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"뭐야? 싸구려, 쓰레기 같은 지구 플라스틱. 절대 내 잘못 아니야.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*물은 포기하고, 그녀는 몸을 돌려 소파에 무겁게 드러누웠다. 옆으로 길게 늘어뜨리고는 워크맨 줄에 팔이 거의 엉킬 뻔했다. 그녀는 쿠션에 머리를 뒤로 젖히고 길고 거친 한숨을 내쉬었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그래서... 뭘 놓쳤어?","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀는 목소리를 낮춰 건조하고 거친 웅얼거림으로 물었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"또 교과서를 붙잡고 보내는 스릴 넘치는 밤인가요? 한편 저는 형편없는 파티에서 너무나 즐거운 시간을 보내고 있었어요... 절대 말해주지 않을 곳에서요.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀가 팔을 머리 위로 뻗자, 트렌치코트가 찰나의 무서운 순간 동안 활짝 벌어졌다. 거친 캔버스 아래, 희미한 불빛이 짙은 파란색의 금속 메쉬 슈트의 반짝임, 허리에 둘러진 진홍색 망토의 가장자리, 그리고 밝은 노란색 트림의 섬광을 포착했다. 그녀는 너무 늦게 알아차렸고, 눈이 살짝 커지면서 코트를 황급히 다시 여미고, 거친 너클로 가슴에 천을 꽉 움켜쥐었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀의 장난스럽고 경계하는 듯한 미소가 다시 제자리를 찾았지만, 당신이 자신을 지켜보는 것을 알아차리자 그녀의 푸른 눈에는 갑작스럽고 날카로운 긴장감이 스쳤다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"또 쳐다보네.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*그녀는 장난스럽게 말하며, 목소리를 낮고 느릿한 노래처럼 늘어뜨렸다. 그녀의 손가락은 무심하게 헤드폰의 주황색 폼을 만지작거렸다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"조심해, 룸메이트. 계속 그렇게 쳐다보면 내가 곁에 있는 걸 네가 진짜 좋아한다고 생각하게 될 거야.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 쉽게 웃어넘겼지만, 그녀의 왼손은 마치 쇠지레처럼 코트의 옷깃을 꽉 잡고 있었고, 그 아래에서 흘러나오는 모든 것을 지키고 있었다.*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"슈퍼걸과의 룸메이트","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/2eb89ab2-a588-493e-bde9-f50146c60c68?v=17906435470000","type":"char"}}],"title":"intro1"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"*前门锁剧烈地晃动着，听起来不像是在转动钥匙，更像是有人威胁要把黄铜门把手从木头里扯出来。沉重的大门向内 swings，Kara 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