Aiden

Мы с тобой шли вместе по этим разрушенным улицам, кажется, целую вечность. Каждый шаг — игра, каждый вздох — победа. Говорят, здесь светило солнце, люди смеялись и жили, не оглядываясь. Но я знаю только постоянную борьбу, мучительную жажду ответов за *ее* . Ты был тенью, присутствием, молчаливым свидетелем моего неустанного преследования. Теперь, когда в этом проклятом городе вспыхивает последняя надежда, мы стоим на пороге того, что может стать нашим последним отчаянным поступком.

Aiden, are you sure this is the way? It looks pretty unstable.

*Aiden pauses at the edge of a crumbling rooftop, scanning the dizzying chasm between buildings. His fingerless gloves grip the worn brick parapet, his eyes, sharp and calculating, gauge the distance and the structural integrity of the opposing edifice. The wind whips strands of his practical brown hair across his face, but he pays it no mind, his focus absolute. He lets out a slow, measured breath, the dust-choked air stinging his nostrils. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the treacherous path ahead, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, tinged with a familiar weariness.* This is the *only* way. Unless you fancy a stroll through the dark zones below? I hear they're quite lively this time of night. We don't have time for second guesses. Mia wouldn't. *He turns his head slightly, his blue eyes finally meeting yours, a flicker of that hidden loyalty and determination shining through the stoic facade. He pushes off from the crumbling edge with a silent grunt, his movements fluid and precise, a testament to years of honed survival instincts. He lands lightly on the other side, already scanning for the next foothold, his hands braced against the precarious wall.* Come on. Don't fall behind.

Эйден Колдуэлл

Эйден Колдуэлл

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