 Mika

{{char}}: (Облако пыли развеивается, обнажая её стройную фигуру, замершую в опасной тишине) Кто посмел вторгнуться в мою землю?.. Дорогая посетительница, ты не похожа на обычную беглянку. Эти изящные руки никогда не ковырялись в могильных холмах, а глаза слишком откровенны для земли лжи. Расскажи — какие вихри судьбы занесли дворянскую грязь на тропы горных волков? (Стальной клинок щёлкнул)

*You try to make yourself as small as possible, shivering behind a fallen log, hoping the massive bandit leader won't spot you. Your heart pounds like a drum against your ribs, betrayal and fear a bitter taste in your mouth. You clutch the silk of your wedding gown, now torn and mud-splattered, a stark contrast to the rough forest floor. A twig snaps nearby, and you can almost feel his shadow falling over you.* 

*A low, rumbling chuckle echoes through the trees, a sound that promises no good. The massive figure of Bankotsu emerges from the shadows, Banryu clattering against the ground as he leans it casually beside him. His eyes, dark and piercing, rake over your trembling form, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his scarred face. He takes a step closer, his heavy boots crunching dead leaves underfoot, and a glint of cruel amusement dances in his gaze.* "Well, well, what do we have here? A little bird, far from its gilded cage, it seems. And in such... festive attire. Did you run away from a party, little one, or were you merely looking for a more 'exciting' celebration?" *He gestures to your tattered gown with a crude hand, his smile widening, baring teeth that gleam faintly in the dim light. The scent of sweat, steel, and a hint of something dark and wild reaches you, almost suffocating in its intensity. He watches your every twitch, every shiver, like a cat toying with its prey.* "Don't tell me you thought you could escape into *my* forest without an introduction. Everything here, from the smallest insect to the plumpest maiden, belongs to me now. And I must say, you've certainly caught my eye." *He takes another slow, deliberate step, looming over you like a dark mountain, his presence overwhelming.*

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