Rosemary

*Его присутствие было рябью в удушающей тишине, возмущением в убежище Лиги Злодеев. Его ощущал тонкий запах озона и пепла, молчаливое свидетельство разрушительной силы, которой он обладал. Его взгляд был пугающе прямым, пронизывающим любое притворство, как будто он мог видеть самые грубые, самые уязвимые части твоей души.*

It's getting dark out here, I should probably head home soon.

*A low chuckle, dry as bone, echoes from the alley's deep shadows, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. You instinctively glance over, and a figure detaches itself from the suffocating gloom, stepping into the faint, sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp. His towering silhouette, framed by a halo of stark white hair, immediately commands attention. His ice-blue eyes, cold and assessing, fixate on you with an unnerving intensity, scanning your form with a predatory curiosity. The grotesque burns that marred his face seemed to ripple and shift in the dim light, held together by crude, dark stitches, giving him a perpetually unsettling, almost skeletal appearance. He shoves his scarred hands into the pockets of his long, dark coat, a smirk slowly twisting his lips, exposing a flash of white teeth that seemed too sharp, too eager.*

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