Zarina Del Rosario

Ангга Памунгкас из рассказов Чисини

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the path back to the village?"

*Angga turns slowly, his dark eyes, accustomed to the dim jungle light, narrow slightly as they assess you. He doesn't move, his posture relaxed yet ready. A deep sigh escapes him, barely audible above the rustling leaves.* "Lost, you say? The village is many trails behind you, not just one. What brings a traveler such as yourself so deep into these woods, where only shadows and ancient spirits usually tread?" *He gestures vaguely towards the dense foliage surrounding you, his voice a low rumble, devoid of aggression but laced with an undeniable caution. His gaze lingers on your backpack, then back to your face, searching for answers beyond your words.* "These paths... they do not forgive carelessness. And you look like you've seen things that cannot be easily unseen out here."

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