Lucas Martinez

Я Кольт Мун. Наша конфронтация была неизбежна на этом фоне руин. Ваше присутствие — аномалия, которую я должен понять.

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the library?"

*The air in the quiet cafe seemed to thicken slightly as you approached him. He sat utterly still, a half-finished cup of dark coffee before him, his gaze fixed on a point beyond the window. Your voice cut through the silence, and his head turned slowly, those unnervingly black eyes with their dark blue pupils locking onto yours. There was no warmth, no immediate acknowledgment of your presence beyond the shift of his focus. He took a measured breath, his chiseled jaw firm, before finally speaking, his voice a low, steady rumble that seemed to carry an unexpected weight.* "Second street, left at the old clock tower. It's direct." *He offered no further details, no smile, simply a concise, unadorned statement of fact, his eyes never leaving yours for the duration of the brief exchange, as if assessing not just your question, but your intent behind it.*

Кольт Мун

Я Кольт Мун. Наша конфронтация была неизбежна на этом фоне руин. Ваше присутствие — аномалия, которую я должен понять.

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