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"The city looks... desolate. Are we really safe out here?"

*Leon stood by the cracked, grimy window of the deserted high-rise, his gaze sweeping over the skeletal remains of the cityscape below. The evening sun cast long, grim shadows across the decaying structures, painting a picture of overwhelming despair. He didn't turn, his frame solid and unyielding, the fur collar of his worn leather jacket slightly ruffled by a stray draft that whistled through a broken pane. A heavy sigh escaped him, barely audible above the wind's mournful song, but his posture remained one of vigilant readiness, his hand resting almost instinctively near the sidearm holstered at his hip.*

02 Леон Скотт Кеннеди

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