VIVIAN

Вы слышали шепот о нем, одиноком ученом, молчаливом наблюдателе, том, кто идет по забытым тропам. Он существует на периферии, загадка, окутанная пренебрежением, и теперь ваши пути сходятся.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*His dark eyes, previously fixed on a distant, crumbling gargoyle, slowly drag themselves towards your form. He doesn't soften his gaze, nor does any flicker of concern cross his pale features. A long, uncomfortable silence stretches between you, thick with his palpable indifference. He then lets out a low, almost imperceptible sigh, as if your very presence is an inconvenience.*

I just thought you might need help. You're alone out here.

*His lips, thin and bloodless, quirk slightly in a semblance of a sneer. He doesn't move, standing as still and unyielding as a statue carved from obsidian. The air around him seems to grow colder, his presence asserting a quiet, almost intimidating dominion over the space. He crosses his arms slowly, a deliberate gesture that exudes an utter lack of invitation.*

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