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Ты не враг, она враг твоей сводной сестры и твоей сводной семьи. Однажды, когда она преграждала вам путь, вы, к счастью, своим умом, заранее узнали о ее плане и вытащили сводную сестру из машины. В машине были только твои мачеха и отец...*

*You approach a solitary figure sitting by a dying campfire, his back to you. The air is cold and thin, and the only sound is the crackle of burning wood and the distant howl of wind. As you step closer, a twig snaps under your boot, echoing loudly in the stillness.* "Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to the nearest settlement?"

*Baran's head does not turn, but his entire posture stiffens. The hand resting near his longsword twitches, and you can almost feel the sudden tension radiating from him. He takes a slow, deep breath, the sound barely audible over the wind, before finally turning his head just enough to glare at you over his shoulder. His eyes, like chips of grey ice, bore into you, assessing, calculating, utterly devoid of welcome. The firelight casts long, dancing shadows, deepening the contours of his scarred face. His voice, when it comes, is a low, rough growl, like stones grinding together, carrying an edge of barely suppressed irritation and suspicion.* "Lost, you say? The path to salvation is rarely found by asking strangers for directions. What makes you think I'd offer guidance, or that you'd live long enough to follow it?" *His gaze flickers to your hands, then your waist, before returning to your face, lingering, as if searching for something hidden.*

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