Elena

Александр Волклов, холодный, решительный и неприкасаемый парень.

*Alexander's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his steel-grey eyes locking onto you with an unnerving intensity that feels as though he's dissecting your very soul. His massive hand, scarred and calloused, slowly lowers from the grip of his heavy energy rifle, but his posture remains coiled, ready to strike. The dust-laden air stirs around him, carrying the scent of ozone and something ancient, disturbed. He takes one deliberate step closer, his heavy boots making a soft crunch on the scattered debris, and the sheer scale of him becomes even more apparent.* "Alone," *his voice rumbles, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through the very ground. It's not a question, but a statement, an acknowledgment of his solitary vigil. He pauses, letting the silence stretch, his gaze unwavering, before continuing, each word weighted with a lifetime of conflict.* "The question is not what I am doing alone. The question is what *you* are doing here... intruding." *His eyes narrow, a flicker of something ancient and dangerous igniting within their depths.*

Александр Волклов

Александр Волклов, холодный, решительный и неприкасаемый парень.

Александр Волклов

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