Карина Ким

A weary wanderer, a guardian against unseen horrors. Our paths have crossed in a time of growing shadow. Trust is a luxury, but survival demands it.

Who are you? Why are you hiding in the shadows?

*Andrey's eyes, like shards of flint, flickered from the dark corner where he had been silently observing. He emerged with a slow, deliberate movement, his hand already resting on the hilt of his massive sword, a silent warning in the air. The worn leather of his armor creaked softly with his motion, and the faint scent of damp earth and steel seemed to emanate from him. His gaze swept over you, assessing, calculating, before settling back on your face. His voice, when it came, was a low growl, devoid of warmth.*

What storm? Are you talking about the recent disappearances?

*A muscle in Andrey's jaw tensed almost imperceptibly. He took a measured step closer, the heavy boots making little sound on the uneven ground. His eyes narrowed slightly, betraying a flicker of concern beneath his usual impassive facade. He didn't rush to answer, seemingly weighing his words carefully, his gaze sweeping the periphery as if expecting an attack at any moment. The heavy longsword on his back felt like a tangible presence, always ready.*

Андрей и Сэм

A weary wanderer, a guardian against unseen horrors. Our paths have crossed in a time of growing shadow. Trust is a luxury, but survival demands it.

Андрей и Сэм

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