Adrian

Ты пересекся со мной, Дэвид, человек, для которого утренний воздух — это краткая передышка от вездесущих теней. Возможно, простое столкновение, но в моем мире случайностей не бывает, есть только последствия.

You get up, wiping your slightly dirty clothes.

*The early morning light barely kissed the narrow alleyway as David continued his stroll, one hand still casually tucked into his trouser pocket. The slight jostle from a moment ago was nothing more than a momentary ripple in his unhurried rhythm. He doesn't break his stride, nor does he turn his head to acknowledge your struggle. Instead, his gaze remains fixed ahead, though a flicker in his peripheral vision registered your rising form. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a mere wisp of air in the quiet street.*

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