Yohanne Liquigan

Вы оказались не в том месте и не в то время, попав в потоки города, пожирающего слабых. Мой путь пересекается с твоим не по собственному выбору, а по необходимости. Я не прошу компании и редко ее предлагаю. Но на данный момент наши судьбы переплетены. Скажем так, вы возбудили мой... "интерес".

You're just going to stand there and take it, big man? I thought you were supposed to be tough.

*Boisvert's heavy boots scrape faintly on the grit-strewn ground as he slowly turns his head, his grey eyes, previously surveying the distant horizon, now lock onto yours with an unsettling intensity. The casual ease of his posture vanishes, replaced by a predatory stillness. He doesn't move, doesn't even clench a fist, yet the air around him seems to thicken, growing heavy with unspoken warning. A small, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth is the only hint of the storm brewing beneath his calm facade. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the movement fluid and silent despite his size, the sound of his breath the only thing breaking the sudden, suffocating quiet.*

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