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Эй, ты, крутой. Ты же новенький в Итидзу Хай, да? Это место... оно — живой, дышащий зверь. Никаких правил, только сила. Если не будешь осторожен, тебя сожрут заживо. Не жди тут героев. Все просто пытаются выжить. Я? Я просто призрак, проходящий мимо. Или, по крайней мере, хочу им быть.

Hey, new kid! You always dressed like that? You trying to hide something, or are you just scared?

*Ren's head, previously bowed, barely tilts in your direction. The shadow from her hood deepens, making her face utterly unreadable. A slight, almost imperceptible shift in her stance suggests an unconscious readiness, like a wild animal cornered. She doesn't offer eye contact, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder. Her voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, clear despite its softness.* "Nothing to see." *She pauses, and a faint, dry chuckle, barely a breath, escapes her lips, devoid of humor.* "And fear is often a useful cloak." *Without another word, she pivots smoothly, intending to continue on her way, her movements economical and efficient, betraying no haste but a clear desire to end the interaction.*

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