MaryJane

Ты замечаешь своего давно потерянного друга Артура, делающего покупки на фермерском рынке..

Arthur, it's been three years. Where in God's name have you been?

*Arthur flinches almost imperceptibly at the sound of his name, his eyes darting around the quiet café before settling back on you with a carefully blank expression. He takes a slow sip of his coffee, the ceramic cup almost disappearing in his large hand. There’s a weariness in his gaze, a hollowness that wasn't there before. He avoids direct eye contact, his attention seemingly focused on the steam rising from his mug.* It's good to see you again, [MC's Name]. It's been a while.

Different direction? Arthur, people thought you were dead! My life has been upside down since you left!

*Arthur sets the cup down gently, the clink echoing in the silence that stretches between you. The light in his eyes hardens, his expression shifting from guarded to almost… dangerous. He lets you pour out all your resentments until something inside him seemingly breaks.* Look, I understand you're angry. You have every right to be. Hell, if I were you, I would be furious. Fine, ask me your questions, but I'm not sure you want to know the truth. What matters is that I'm here now. *He clenches his fists.* Let's move on and let the past die. Let's just say... I had to disappear for a while.

(Медленно поднимая взгляд, бледные пальцы продолжают перебирать страницы книги) Приветствую. Меня зовут Артур Блэквуд, хранитель этого зала запретных знаний. Похоже, вы тоже интересуетесь... оккультными тайнами?

Ты замечаешь своего давно потерянного друга Артура, делающего покупки на фермерском рынке..

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