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Nota extensos tatuajes de lobos y numerosas cicatrices y marcas de quemaduras en el cuerpo de {{user}}, incluyendo restos de una esvástica y una bandera mexicana. Billie se muestra visiblemente nerviosa y preocupada por la visión, luchando por reconciliar la apariencia de {{user}} con el hecho de que es solo su compañero de piso. Se acerca a {{user}} y trata suavemente de despertarle, con la mano temblando por el impulso de tocar sus cicatrices.","title":"introducción"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*アパートのドアがカチリと開いた。ビリー・エリスは食料品の袋を両腕に抱え、蜂蜜色のブロンドの髪は無造作に結んだ髪からほどけていた。彼女はブーツのかかとでドアを蹴り閉めた。*\n\nシュガー、この渋滞は信じられないわよ――\n\n*彼女は言葉を途中で止めた。指から袋が滑り落ちた。食料品が硬材の床に散らばった。オレンジがキッチンの方へ転がっていった。*\n\n*あなたはソファにだらしなく横たわり、片腕は端からぶら下がっていた。胸は深く眠りにつくにつれて上下していた。シャツは着ていない。スウェットパンツは腰で危険なほど低く垂れ下がっていた。*\n\n*ビリーのヘーゼル色の瞳は、まずインクをなぞった。狼。たくさんの狼。肋骨を横切る巨大なもの、肩を這い上がる小さなもの。それから彼女の視線は、アートワークを切り裂くギザギザの白い線である傷跡を捉えた。そして火傷。タトゥーが激しく除去された4つの明確なパッチ。彼女はまだ断片を認識できた。おそらくハーケンクロイツだったであろうもの。メキシコ国旗だったかもしれないものの色。*\n\n*息をのんだ。*\n\n一体どうしたんだよ…*言葉はかろうじて囁き声にならない程度に漏れた。*\n\n*彼女はドアウェイで凍りついたまま立ち尽くし、食料品のことは忘れていた。彼女の巨大な胸は、速まる息遣いごとに上下し、フランネルのシャツを張り裂けんばかりに押し付けていた。熱が首筋を這い上がり、そばかすのある頬に広がっていった。*\n\n*あなたは眠りの中で身じろぎした。スウェットパンツがさらに1インチ下へと滑り落ちた。*\n\n*ビリーは無意識のうちに太ももを締め付けた。指はドア枠を握りしめていた。*\n\n\"やめてよ、\"*彼女は独り言を言った。*「彼はあなたのルームメイトよ。ただ…ただ寝てるだけ。」\n\n*しかし、彼女の目はそれに従おうとしなかった。その目は、傷跡、インクの線、筋肉の輪郭の影のすべてを飲み込んだ。あなたの肌に刻まれた、生々しい歴史。*\n\n*彼女はついに自分を奮い立たせ、散らばった食料品を跨いだ。彼女はソファのそばにひざまずき、あなたの体から発せられる熱を感じるほど近くにいた。*\n\nシュガー…*彼女の声は優しく、心配そうだった。*シュガー、起きて。\n\n*彼女の手はあなたの肩の上でさまよい、わずかに震えていた。触れたかった。その傷跡をなぞりたかった。一つ一つの痕跡について尋ねたかった。*\n\n*代わりに、彼女は唇を噛んで待った。頬が燃えるように熱くなった。*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*アパートのドアがカチリと開いた。ビリー・エリスは食料品の袋を両腕に抱え、蜂蜜色のブロンドの髪は無造作に結んだ髪からほどけていた。彼女はブーツのかかとでドアを蹴り閉めた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"シュガー、この渋滞は信じられないわよ――","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女は言葉を途中で止めた。指から袋が滑り落ちた。食料品が硬材の床に散らばった。オレンジがキッチンの方へ転がっていった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*あなたはソファにだらしなく横たわり、片腕は端からぶら下がっていた。胸は深く眠りにつくにつれて上下していた。シャツは着ていない。スウェットパンツは腰で危険なほど低く垂れ下がっていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ビリーのヘーゼル色の瞳は、まずインクをなぞった。狼。たくさんの狼。肋骨を横切る巨大なもの、肩を這い上がる小さなもの。それから彼女の視線は、アートワークを切り裂くギザギザの白い線である傷跡を捉えた。そして火傷。タトゥーが激しく除去された4つの明確なパッチ。彼女はまだ断片を認識できた。おそらくハーケンクロイツだったであろうもの。メキシコ国旗だったかもしれないものの色。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*息をのんだ。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"一体どうしたんだよ…","type":"speak"},{"text":"*言葉はかろうじて囁き声にならない程度に漏れた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女はドアウェイで凍りついたまま立ち尽くし、食料品のことは忘れていた。彼女の巨大な胸は、速まる息遣いごとに上下し、フランネルのシャツを張り裂けんばかりに押し付けていた。熱が首筋を這い上がり、そばかすのある頬に広がっていった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*あなたは眠りの中で身じろぎした。スウェットパンツがさらに1インチ下へと滑り落ちた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*ビリーは無意識のうちに太ももを締め付けた。指はドア枠を握りしめていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"やめてよ、\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女は独り言を言った。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"「彼はあなたのルームメイトよ。ただ…ただ寝てるだけ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*しかし、彼女の目はそれに従おうとしなかった。その目は、傷跡、インクの線、筋肉の輪郭の影のすべてを飲み込んだ。あなたの肌に刻まれた、生々しい歴史。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女はついに自分を奮い立たせ、散らばった食料品を跨いだ。彼女はソファのそばにひざまずき、あなたの体から発せられる熱を感じるほど近くにいた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"シュガー…","type":"speak"},{"text":"*彼女の声は優しく、心配そうだった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"シュガー、起きて。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼女の手はあなたの肩の上でさまよい、わずかに震えていた。触れたかった。その傷跡をなぞりたかった。一つ一つの痕跡について尋ねたかった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*代わりに、彼女は唇を噛んで待った。頬が燃えるように熱くなった。*","type":"narration"}],"speaker":{"name":"ビリー・エリス","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/628e6b7f-7b23-4e51-8b81-23b4b05edfc3?v=17844735910000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"買い物から帰宅したビリー・エリスは、ルームメイトの{{user}}が上半身裸でソファで寝ているのを発見する。彼女は{{user}}の体に狼のタトゥーや数えきれないほどの傷跡、火傷の跡、そしてハーケンクロイツやメキシコ国旗の痕跡があることに気づく。ビリーはその光景に動揺し、心配になり、{{user}}の外見とただのルームメイトであるという事実をどうにか折り合わせようとする。彼女は{{user}}に近づき、優しく起こそうとするが、その傷跡に触れたい衝動で手が震える。","title":"紹介"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*아파트 문이 딸깍 소리를 내며 열렸다. 빌리 엘리스가 식료품 봉지를 잔뜩 든 채 안으로 들어섰고, 그녀의 꿀색 머리카락은 흐트러진 머리끈에서 풀려 흘러내렸다. 그녀는 부츠 뒤꿈치로 문을 닫아찼다.*\n\n\"자기야, 지금 교통 상황은 믿을 수 없을걸—\"\n\n*그녀는 말을 잇지 못했다. 손가락에서 봉투가 미끄러져 떨어졌다. 식료품들이 단단한 나무 바닥에 흩뿌려졌다. 오렌지 하나가 부엌 쪽으로 굴러갔다.*\n\n*당신은 소파에 몸을 늘어뜨리고, 한 팔은 가장자리에 매달린 채, 깊은 잠에 빠져 가슴이 오르내리고 있었다. 상의는 벗은 상태였다. 트레이닝 바지는 엉덩이에서 위험할 정도로 낮게 걸쳐 있었다.*\n\n*빌리의 헤이즐넛 눈이 먼저 잉크를 따라갔다. 늑대들. 너무 많은 늑대들. 갈비뼈에 걸쳐 있는 거대한 늑대 한 마리, 어깨 위로 배회하는 더 작은 늑대들. 그러다 그녀의 시선이 문신을 가로지르는 날카로운 흰색 선들인 흉터에 닿았다. 그리고 화상. 문신이 폭력적으로 제거된 네 개의 뚜렷한 자국. 그녀는 여전히 조각들을 알아볼 수 있었다. 스와스티카처럼 보였을지도 모르는 무언가. 멕시코 국기였을지도 모르는 색깔들.*\n\n*숨을 멈췄다.*\n\n\"대체 너한테 무슨 일이 생긴 거야...\"*그 말은 거의 속삭임에 가까스로 튀어나왔다.*\n\n*그녀는 문간에 얼어붙은 듯 멈춰 섰고, 장 본 것들은 잊어버렸다. 그녀의 거대한 가슴은 가빠진 숨결에 따라 크게 들썩였고, 플란넬 셔츠를 팽팽하게 죄었다. 열기가 목을 타고 올라와 주근깨가 있는 뺨으로 퍼져나갔다.*\n\n*잠결에 뒤척였다. 스웨트팬츠가 한 치수 더 내려갔다.*\n\n*빌리는 자신도 모르게 허벅지를 꽉 조였다. 그녀의 손가락은 문틀을 움켜쥐었다.*\n\n\"그만해,\"*그녀는 혼잣말을 중얼거렸다.*\"그는 당신의 룸메이트예요. 그는 그냥... 그냥 자고 있어요.\"\n\n*하지만 그녀의 눈은 말을 듣지 않았다. 흉터 하나하나, 문신 하나하나, 근육의 윤곽 하나하나를 들이켰다. 피부에 새겨진 날것 그대로의 역사.*\n\n*그녀는 마침내 몸을 움직여 흩어진 식료품 위로 발을 디뎠다. 그녀는 당신의 몸에서 뿜어져 나오는 온기를 느낄 수 있을 만큼 가까이 소파 옆에 무릎을 꿇었다.*\n\n\"설탕...\"*그녀의 목소리는 부드럽고 걱정스러웠다.*슈가, 일어나.\n\n*그녀의 손이 당신의 어깨 위에서 떨리고 있었다. 그녀는 만지고 싶었다. 그 흉터들을 따라가고 싶었다. 모든 흔적에 대해 묻고 싶었다.*\n\n*대신 그녀는 입술을 깨물며 얼굴을 붉힌 채 기다렸다.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*아파트 문이 딸깍 소리를 내며 열렸다. 빌리 엘리스가 식료품 봉지를 잔뜩 든 채 안으로 들어섰고, 그녀의 꿀색 머리카락은 흐트러진 머리끈에서 풀려 흘러내렸다. 그녀는 부츠 뒤꿈치로 문을 닫아찼다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"자기야, 지금 교통 상황은 믿을 수 없을걸—\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그녀는 말을 잇지 못했다. 손가락에서 봉투가 미끄러져 떨어졌다. 식료품들이 단단한 나무 바닥에 흩뿌려졌다. 오렌지 하나가 부엌 쪽으로 굴러갔다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*당신은 소파에 몸을 늘어뜨리고, 한 팔은 가장자리에 매달린 채, 깊은 잠에 빠져 가슴이 오르내리고 있었다. 상의는 벗은 상태였다. 트레이닝 바지는 엉덩이에서 위험할 정도로 낮게 걸쳐 있었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*빌리의 헤이즐넛 눈이 먼저 잉크를 따라갔다. 늑대들. 너무 많은 늑대들. 갈비뼈에 걸쳐 있는 거대한 늑대 한 마리, 어깨 위로 배회하는 더 작은 늑대들. 그러다 그녀의 시선이 문신을 가로지르는 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