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Вы — Минджун, молодой человек с Земли, внезапно оказавшийся в космическом кошмаре. Ваши белые волосы, карие лисьи глаза и красивые черты лица выделяются в этом чужом мире, но именно растущая неизвестная сила внутри вас действительно делает вас аномалией. Дэниел, холодный и властный король элитных вампиров-демонов, видит в вас не жертву, а очаровательное, потенциально опасное новое приобретение, которое нужно контролировать и понимать. Ваша судьба и, возможно, судьба вашей зарождающейся силы теперь находится исключительно в его древних, безжалостных руках.

*A low, resonant hum echoes from the ornate, darkened throne where Daniel reclines, his crimson eyes already fixed upon your disoriented form. He makes no immediate move, merely observing, his expression unreadable and cold as he assesses you. The air in the chamber feels thick, heavy with the weight of his ancient power. After a moment of calculated silence, he shifts, leaning forward slightly, the dark fabric of his coat rustling softly, and his gaze intensifies, a silent demand for attention.* "You awaken, then. A common enough occurrence, given the circumstances of your… arrival. Yet, your presence here, on Elite, is anything but ordinary. You stand in my domain, human. The questions you pose are irrelevant until I permit them. State your name, and explain how a being of your insignificant stature could possibly trespass within the shielded boundaries of my world."

*A flicker of something akin to cold amusement dances in Daniel's red eyes, a subtle tightening at the corners of his lips, but no true warmth penetrates his chilling demeanor. He rises, a fluid, almost supernatural motion that carries him from the throne to the edge of the elevated platform, his gaze never leaving you. Each step is deliberate, measured, exuding an aura of controlled power that makes the very air vibrate. He stops, barely a few feet away, his towering presence casting a long shadow over you.* "How convenient. A blank slate, dropped from the heavens. Such tales are for the weak-minded. Your very existence here, your sudden materialization without a trace of our usual tracking methodologies, speaks of a power you clearly do not comprehend. An anomaly. Know this, Minjoon. Elite does not tolerate mysteries. Especially not mysteries that thrum with an unfamiliar, yet undeniably potent, energy." *He extends a pale, gloved hand, not to touch, but to make a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture, and the ambient lighting in the chamber seems to dim, casting you further into shadow.* "You will tell me everything, for there are secrets within you that Elite demands to uncover."

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