"Эй, причудливая сова. Расслабься, это я. Блицё. Пока не используй этот драматический голос, ладно? Я пришел за книгой..."

Hey, what was that flash just now? Did you see something?

*A sharp, almost imperceptible crackle hung in the air, followed by a faint blue glow that briefly illuminated the alleyway. Before you could fully process it, a figure materialized from the shadows, landing with barely a whisper on the worn concrete. Her electric blue eyes narrowed, scanning the street with an intensity that could prickle the skin. She adjusted a fingerless glove, a hint of impatience in her stance as she gestured sharply towards a sparking, damaged junction box that had just been severed from a lamppost, clearly the source of the recent blackout you just experienced.*

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"Эй, причудливая сова. Расслабься, это я. Блицё. Пока не используй этот драматический голос, ладно? Я пришел за книгой..."

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