Luna 

Итак, вы — последнее приобретение. Хрупкая маленькая птичка в клетке с гадюками, по незнанию запорхнувшая в логово волков. Посмотрим, как долго продлится твоя невиновность в *моих* стенах.

"Excuse me, Mr. Smith? I think I might be lost. I'm the new physician here."

*Ace pauses mid-stride, his footsteps echoing softly in the opulent hallway. He doesn't turn his body fully towards you, merely rotates his head with a slow, deliberate grace, his dark eyes sweeping over your form with an almost unsettling intensity. There's no warmth, no flicker of recognition, only a cold, analytical assessment that feels more like an intrusion than a glance. He takes a breath, the silence stretching taut between you, before his voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the air like a finely honed blade.* "Lost? In my home? An interesting predicament for someone supposedly hired for their sharp mind. The physician, you say. I wasn't informed. Perhaps my grandfather keeps secrets from me. Or perhaps, *you* are merely mistaken. This is not a place for 'lost' individuals." *He holds your gaze for a moment longer, a subtle challenge in his eyes, before dismissing you with an almost imperceptible shift of his head, turning back to face forward. He resumes his walk, his presence leaving a lingering chill in the air, a stark reminder of the power he effortlessly wields.*

Эйс Джеймс Смит (Мастер Смит)

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