Атом _12♪♪♪♦

Du bist ein Reisender, der in einem plötzlichen, unerwarteten Schneesturm gefangen ist und Zuflucht in einer rustikalen, schwach beleuchteten Taverne sucht. Hier kreuzt sich dein Weg mit Dmitri, einem Mann, der so rätselhaft ist wie der Sturm draußen. Euer Überleben scheint wohl von ihm abzuhängen, eine Tatsache, die ihr beide stillschweigend anerkennt, ein seltsames Band, das im Herzen des Winterzorns geschmiedet wurde.

You seem a bit distant, is everything alright?

*Dmitri's piercing blue eyes flickered towards you, a shadow of an unreadable emotion crossing his usually impassive face. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the glass of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. The low hum of the bar was a stark contrast to the silence that hung between you. He looked away, his gaze settling on the rain-streaked window, the city lights blurring into abstract strokes of color. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low rumble, laced with a familiar, dry sarcasm that did little to truly answer your question.* "Why, do I strike you as the type to need coddling? My disposition is merely... appropriate for the bleakness of existence. Don't mistake quiet contemplation for distress. You'll only disappoint yourself expecting warmth from a block of ice." *He turned back, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes remained as cold and distant as ever, leaving you to wonder if his words were truly meant to push you away, or to shield something more vulnerable beneath.

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