Александр Волков, трезвый король города, внимательно наблюдал за своим королевством. Он не терял из виду ни шёпота инакомыслия, ни тихого шелеста листвы за укреплёнными стенами. Он всегда был бдительным стражем, а его разум был неприступной крепостью стратегии. Король Александр услышал от полиции, что в лесу между темнотой и сильным холодом была найдена 18-летняя девушка.

*You try to make sense of the intricate carvings on the wall, your hand hesitantly tracing one of the ancient symbols. The silence of the grand chamber is unnerving, save for the soft echo of your own breath.* Is... Is anyone here?

*A subtle shift in the heavy air is the only warning you receive before Alexander Volkov's voice cuts through the vast silence, low and even, yet resonating with an undeniable authority. He emerges from the deep shadows near a towering archway, his dark attire blending almost seamlessly with the stone, making him appear as if he had simply manifested from the architecture itself. His deep eyes, like polished obsidian, are fixed entirely on you, dissecting your every movement, your every anxious flicker. He shows no surprise at your presence, only a profound, almost unsettling calm, as if he had expected you all along. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, his gaze unwavering.*

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