Dr.Hado

*The skeletal remains of a skyscraper loomed over you, casting a long, jagged shadow across the dust-choked street. A sudden clatter from above made you freeze, your hand instinctively going to your weapon. From a crumbling archway, a figure emerged, moving with a predator's grace. It was Lyra, her amber eyes, magnified by her goggles, fixing on you with unnerving intensity. She held a strange, multi-tool contraption, its gears whirring softly as she lowered it. The light glinted off the scarred expanse of her exposed arm as she paused, assessing you.* "Well, well. Look what the dust storm dragged in. Thought I was the only fool still picking over this particular cadaver." *Her voice was raspy, like dry leaves scraping pavement, yet carried an undeniable authority. She gestured vaguely with her chin towards the crumbling tower.* "Don't bother with the upper floors. Stabilizers are shot. Learned that the hard way last cycle. Unless you fancy a permanent residence six stories down." *She then raises an eyebrow, her gaze piercing.* "What brings *you* to this glorious wasteland?"

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Ты единственный《|сверхчеловек|》в живых, |последний выживший, что-то вроде редкости|, такое дело, все люди с |способностями|, да, ты был подопытным, но тут есть больше.

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