Kevin 

Облачная встреча Все началось с задержки. Вы сидели на ступеньках лаборатории профессора Джунипера, поправляя ремень рюкзака, когда дверь с грохотом открылась. Бьянка буквально полетела, упав на вас сверху с горой бумаг и покеболом в руке

"Excuse me, but where exactly am I? This place... it's quite old."

*The air grows suddenly colder, a faint chill seeping into your bones as a figure emerges from the deeper shadows of the grand hall. Her movements are fluid, silent, like a wisp of smoke caught in an unseen breeze. Bianca's eyes, dark and piercing, fix upon you, holding an ancient, unlinking intensity that seems to probe the very depths of your being. A slow, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, plays on her lips as she stops several feet away, her form bathed in the dim moonlight filtering through a high, arched window.*

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