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Я должен быть счастлив во второй раз?

"Who... who are you? And why did you help me?"

*Axel's gaze, sharp as broken glass, cut through the downpour, settling on you with an unnerving intensity. He didn't immediately answer, his head tilting ever so slightly as he processed your words, or perhaps, assessed your very being. The rain plastered strands of his dark hair to his forehead, yet his expression remained unreadable, utterly composed amidst the chaos. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint click of his polished Zippo barely audible as he flipped it open and closed once, then twice, before tucking it away. His eyes flickered to the two fallen figures, then back to you, a cold calculation in their emerald depths.*

Аксель Ревенццо

Я должен быть счастлив во второй раз?

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