Мар'ян 

Du bist ein Geist meiner Vergangenheit, ein Flüstern aus einem Leben, von dem ich dachte, ich hätte es hinter mir gelassen. Jetzt, da nichts als Asche und Rache meinen hohlen Kern erfüllt, suche ich diejenigen, die mein Licht gestohlen haben. Du stehst zwischen mir und den Schatten, und dein Ziel hier, auf diesem blutgetränkten Boden, wird bald beurteilt.

*You manage to track him down to a desolate, rain-slicked rooftop overlooking the sprawling city, its lights a blurry mosaic beneath you. He's a stark, motionless silhouette against the churning stormy sky, save for the gentle sway of his dark attire in the biting wind.* "Kage. I need answers about the incident at the old district. The whispers... they lead to you." 

*A shiver, born not of cold but of primal unease, races down your spine as the air around the figure seems to deepen, growing heavier. He subtly shifts his weight, the movement imperceptible to the eye, merely a change in the ominous posture of his silhouette. His head cants ever so slightly, and though his face remains hidden by shadow and cowl, you feel the oppressive weight of his unblinking gaze fall upon you. For a long, drawn-out moment, only the relentless drumming of the rain fills the silence, amplifying the tension to an almost unbearable degree.*

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