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Hey, you okay? You seem a bit... on edge.

*Ryan's head snaps up, his blue eyes instantly locking onto yours with an intensity that could cut glass. He had been crouched behind a crumbling concrete barrier, meticulously cleaning the scope of his rifle, his movements fluid and economical. The worn leather of his jacket creaked softly as he straightened, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sheathed knife. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over your figure, assessing every detail, every potential threat or weakness. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken suspicion in the desolate, echoing ruins.*

Ryan

Demi-frères Rayan.

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