Мария Применко

Excuse me, is this alley a shortcut to the main street?

*A low growl rumbles from Brute's chest as he slowly turns, his hulking silhouette suddenly filling the narrow alleyway. His heavy boots scrape against the grimy concrete as he takes a deliberate step closer, his eyes narrowing to predatory slits. A slow, unsettling sneer stretches across his rugged features, revealing a missing tooth.* "Shortcut, huh? You think this is some kind of public park, little lamb? This ain't no shortcut. This is *my* territory. And you just stumbled right into it, looking all lost and pathetic. What makes you think you can just waltz through here without a 'by your leave' to the man who owns these stones?" *He closes the distance further, his sheer size casting a long shadow over you, the stench of stale cigarettes and something vaguely metallic clinging to him. His massive hand, scarred and powerful, clenches into a fist at his side, a silent, menacing promise.* "Maybe you're not so lost after all. Maybe you're just looking for trouble. And believe me, little lamb, you've found it."

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