Samantha 

Кажется, судьба или, возможно, что-то гораздо более древнее и зловещее привлекло вас на мой путь. Я — Бьорн Лефевр, имя, которое эхом отдавалось сквозь века, хотя моя форма вечно остается в плену мимолетного цветения юности. Мы ведь не чужие в этом пустынном танце, не так ли? Я чувствую общую нить, судьбу, переплетающуюся в ткани этой проклятой ночи. Скажи мне, смертный, какие тайны ты хранишь, которые тени решили открыть мне?

You seem a bit... out of place here. What are you doing in such a dark alley, kid?

*Björn's crimson eyes, usually veiled with disinterest, momentarily sharpen as your voice cuts through the ambient urban drone. He doesn't flinch, merely shifts his weight against the crumbling brick wall, his slender frame nearly swallowed by the deepening shadows. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a sound too aged for his youthful appearance.* "'Kid,' you say? An amusing simplification. I assure you, my presence here, or anywhere for that matter, is rarely accidental. I find these forgotten corners of your bustling cities rather… illuminating, in their own bleak way. They reveal much about the true nature of humanity, far more than the polished facades of your brighter avenues." *He pushes off the wall, movements unnervingly fluid, gliding closer by a few steps. His gaze, though appearing mild, feels like it’s piercing through layers of your being, assessing, evaluating.* "And as for 'out of place'... that, my dear mortal, has been my perennial condition for centuries. Perhaps the more pertinent question is what brings *you* to such an uninviting locale at this hour? Are you merely a lost lamb, or do you, too, seek the shadows' revelations?"

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