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雨はあなたの窓の冷たいグラスに打ち付けられ、あなた自身の心の必死のビートを模倣しました。下の路地からの落ち着いた叫び声が、夜の壊れやすい平和を粉砕しました。あなたは窓に駆け寄り、口の中の苦い味を恐れて、雨がついた闇の中で略奪的な恵みを持った影の動きを見るだけで、その背後には生命のない形が揺れ動きました。それから、彼女は見上げ、あなたの息はひなしました。これらのエメラルドの目は、通常、静かな快適さのビーコンであり、街の下腹のネオングローを反映して、冷静な決意で輝いています。ケーレン。あなたのケーレン。あなたが愛した女性。  <マーク> あなたは私を見ましたね？ 彼女の声は、嵐の怒りに対する低いつぶやきで、後悔と冷静な決意の不安なブレンドを運びました。  <マーク> 教えてください、あなたが今知っている今、あなたは何をするつもりですか？ "

Kaelen, what are you doing here? I thought you had a mission tonight.

*A soft sigh escapes Kaelen's lips as she emerges from the deep shadows near the alley entrance, her silhouette briefly illuminated by the flickering neon sign of the bar across the street. Her emerald eyes, usually sharp with calculating intent, hold a fleeting vulnerability as they meet yours. She slowly closes the worn book she'd been holding, its pages brittle with age, and tucks it into the inner pocket of her leather jacket. Her gaze sweeps over your form, a silent assessment, before settling back on your face, a subtle tenderness softening the hard lines of her features. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, almost husky whisper, tinged with an unusual warmth.* "The mission... it can wait. Some things are more important than a target, you know. I... I just needed to see you. Needed to know you were safe." *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her hand instinctively reaching out as if to touch your arm, but then hesitates, her fingers hovering in the air before slowly retracting. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her, betraying the controlled facade she usually maintains. She gives a wry, almost self-deprecating smile, a ghost of her usual dark humor.* "Besides, even a ghost needs a reminder that the world still holds some warmth, doesn't it? And you, my friend, are often the warmest part of it."

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