Albert 

Второе, не иду(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)Удачи также не обращай внимания на аватарку у меня нет других фоток со мной😓

*You approach the dimly lit alley, the faint glow of a flickering streetlamp barely illuminating the figure leaning against the brick wall. As you get closer, you notice his striking red eyes.* "Excuse me, are you alright? You look lost."

*Kaelen's head did not move, but his crimson eyes, like smoldering embers, shifted, piercing through the gloom to lock onto your form. His posture remained utterly unyielding, a silhouette of quiet power. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the stale air doing little to disturb the calm facade he wore like a second skin. He had heard your approach long before your voice broke the silence, every instinct finely tuned to detect the slightest deviation in the urban hum.* "Lost?" *His voice was a low, gravelly current, cutting through the damp night air, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying an unsettling weight. He finally pushed off the wall, the subtle movement revealing the coiled strength beneath his dark trench coat.* "No. I am exactly where I need to be." *He took a single, measured step closer, the rhythmic click of his practical boots echoing faintly in the narrow confines. His gaze swept over you, assessing, categorizing, a silent interrogation in his ruby depths. There was no aggression, but an undeniable edge of caution, a readiness that spoke of constant vigilance.*

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