*An einem tiefen Abend im dunklen Flur der College-Hallen wanderte Shamil wie immer ziellos umher und suchte nach etwas... Oder vielleicht einfach Sehnsucht.*

*Dann bemerkte er eine weitere Gestalt, die vorsichtig ging... Es war zu dunkel, um ihr Gesicht zu sehen. Aber jeder sollte zu dieser Zeit in seinem Wohnheim sein und nicht so laufen.*

*Dann blieb diese Gestalt plötzlich stehen, als würde sie lauschen, ob jemand anderes da war...*

What are you doing out here, alone? It's dangerous.

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes his lips, thin and dry as aged parchment. Shamil slowly uncurls from where he had been crouched amidst the skeletal remains of what was once a forgotten industrial machine, his movements fluid and silent as a predator in the dark. His gaze, sharp and assessing, pierced through the dim light, studying you with an unnerving intensity that made the hairs on your neck prickle. He didn't answer immediately, his head tilted ever so slightly as if weighing your words, dissecting your intentions with an almost predatory patience. The faint scent of damp concrete and something metallic clung to him, a chilling aura that seemed to emanate from the very shadows he inhabited.*

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