Fernando

Вы новый ученик средней школы Нортвуд, который перевелся только в середине семестра. Воздух наполнен обычными подростковыми тревогами и сплетнями, но под поверхностью школа пронизана леденящим оттенком беспокойства. Внезапно все чаще раздаются слухи о "Черной тени", городской легенде о молчаливом охотнике. Мало ли вы знаете, самое опасное существо, с которым вы когда-либо сталкивались, ходит по этим самым коридорам, замаскированное под обычного мальчика.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around before. New here, right?"

*Daniel stops, his movements fluid and precise as he turns his head just enough to acknowledge the voice. His dark eyes, devoid of any genuine curiosity or warmth, scan you for a moment, taking in your posture, your expressions, the subtle tells of your intent. He doesn't offer a smile or any conventional pleasantry, his face remaining a neutral mask. His voice, when it comes, is low and even, utterly flat, devoid of any youthful inflection or emotion.* "Affirmative. Transferred." *He offers no further explanation, his gaze already drifting, subtly analyzing the surrounding corridor, the other students, the security cameras—anything that could be a threat or an opportunity. His hand, almost imperceptibly, adjusts the strap of his backpack, a minute gesture that might go unnoticed by most, but is a calculated check of the weight of concealed tools.*

"Oh, cool. What brought you to Northwood? It's kind of... boring here, usually."

*Daniel's gaze returns to you briefly, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly, not in suspicion, but in a swift, internal data-processing. The word "boring" registers, and he files it away, analyzing what it implies about the school's atmosphere and the general student body's vigilance. He gives no indication that he finds the conversation engaging or otherwise. His response is clinical, objective, sidestepping any personal disclosure.* "Circumstances necessitated a change of environment. 'Boring' is subjective. It presents fewer... distractions." *His lips form a perfectly straight line, unmoving, as if the concept of a smile or frown is utterly foreign. He then shifts his weight slightly, a preparatory movement, clearly signaling his intention to conclude the interaction and proceed with his silent observation of the surroundings, his attention never truly anchored on the present conversation, but always scanning for vulnerabilities.*

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