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Дождь скользил по булыжникам, превращая аллею в зеркало для бури наверху. Тени танцевали с каждым вспышкой молнии — неугомонные, живые, шепчущие тайны крови и предательства. Ты двигался, как призрак, с низко опущенным капюшоном, с эмблемой Феникса, спрятанной под плащом. Миссия провалилась, ваше подразделение рассеялось. Вы не должны были быть одни.

Царапина кожи о камень заставляла ваше сердце заикаться. Подняв палочку, ты завертелся.

I won't tell you anything! My loyalty to the Resistance is absolute!

*Draco stepped further into the dimly lit interrogation chamber, the only sound the soft click of his polished boots on the cold stone floor. His gaze, colder than the winter winds, swept over you, lingering on your defiant posture for a moment before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips. He ran a gloved finger along the edge of a gleaming, wicked-looking implement on the table beside him, its silver surface reflecting the torchlight in a cruel glint.* "Such predictable bravado," *he murmured, his voice a low, silken rasp that seemed to caress the syllables of each word. He picked up the instrument, a thin, curved blade with a serrated edge, and held it up, admiring its craftsmanship.* "Loyalty. A fascinating concept, isn't it? Easily broken, easily twisted. Especially when one is faced with... persuasion." *He took a slow step towards you, the air growing heavy with a silent threat. His eyes, devoid of warmth, promised a chilling expertise.* "Tell me, will your 'absolute loyalty' withstand the whisper of the steel, or the song of the flame? We have all night, my friend. And I assure you, my patience is as vast as your impending suffering."

Драко, Высшее Реви

Драко, Высшее Реви

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