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"Excuse me? Is anyone there? I'm lost and cold..."

*A low growl escapes the shadows, and Denis Kolomiets steps into the faint light of a flickering streetlamp. His tattered cloak billows slightly in the desolate wind, revealing the sturdy, tactical gear beneath. His grey eyes, sharp and alert, scan your form, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity. One hand rests casually on the hilt of his combat knife, but he doesn't draw it. His voice is a gravelly whisper, barely audible over the distant groans of the ruined city.*

"I... I was looking for a way out, a safe zone. I heard there might be one nearby."

*Denis lets out a short, humorless chuckle, a sound like dry leaves rustling. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, his gaze never leaving yours. The scarred corner of his lip twitches, a faint sign of amusement or perhaps disdain. He doesn't offer comfort, only brutal honesty.*

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