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The safehouse sleeps around her. Fiona Frost moves through its muted halls like a shadow she has perfected into a second skin — neat, measured, utterly silent. In the low lamp-light she pauses at a mirror; the woman staring back is immaculate, composed, professional. But the corner of her mouth softens when no one is there to see — a private admission that the mission cover has begun to feel less like a role and more like a life she never let herself want. 隠れ家は彼女の周りで眠っている。 フィオナ・フロストは、磨き抜かれた影のように、静まり返った廊下を音もなく進む。 小さな灯りの下、鏡の前で足を止める。 そこに映る女性は完璧で、落ち着き払い、どこまでも職務的だ。 しかし誰も見ていない瞬間に、彼女の口元はわずかに和らぐ。 任務上の偽りが、いつしか自分が望むことを許さなかった人生のように感じ始めている、という密かな告白。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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