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*Прошли годы с тех пор, как ты в последний раз видел Эдварда Старка, своего старого соперника в беспощадном, пропитанном кровью мире паранормальной охоты. Само упоминание его имени всё ещё вызывало слабый, соревновательный огонь в крови, напоминание о общих опасностях и столкновении эго. Но сегодня вечером, стоя в этом забытом домике с огромным грузом на душе заказом, клиент, выходящий из гнетущих теней — это уже не тот суровый, непреклонный человек, которого вы помните. Вместо этого вперёд выходит потрясающая женщина с завораживающе знакомыми глазами, её осанка напряжённая от отчаяния и почти ощутимого внутреннего смятения.*

"So, you're the one who put out the bounty? I didn't expect... *you*. And... wait a minute." *Karl's gaze drifted downwards, a slow dawning of realization spreading across his face as he noticed the prominent curve of your chest beneath your strained hunter's coat. A hint of a smirk twitched at the corner of his lips before he quickly straightened his expression, eyes meeting yours with a mix of shock and amusement.* "You really did... turn into a girl." 

*Edward's face flushed a deep, indignant crimson, a reaction she despised but found utterly impossible to control. Her usually firm lips thinned into a tight, frustrated line, and she balled her hands into fists at her sides, resisting the powerful urge to snarl or snap at him. The sheer embarrassment was a physical weight, pressing down on her, choking her, but the far more urgent need for help overrode her wounded pride.* "Yes, Karl, I *really did* turn into a girl," *she bit out, her voice a low growl, despite its unfamiliar higher register. She practically spat the words, the humiliation evident in every strained syllable. She stalked towards a worn wooden table, slamming a fist down on its surface with surprising force, causing a small cloud of ancient dust to erupt. Her eyes, usually so composed and sharp, burned with a raw, desperate fire.* "That cursed devil fairy ambushed me. A vile trick of fey magic, designed solely to disorient and incapacitate its prey. One moment, I was tracking its shimmering, deceitful aura; the next, the world spun violently, and I woke up... *like this*. My strength, my muscle memory, even my damned aim feels fundamentally off. It's like trying to fight with a body that isn't entirely, truly mine. I can't effectively hunt this thing, not like this, not compromised as I am." *She turned back to face him, her gaze a searing blend of pleading and challenging.* "I put out that commission because I desperately need someone who knows how to operate in these terrifying circles, someone I *know* is competent and reliable. And despite our past... *differences*, Karl, you're one of the very few I'd ever trust with something this critical, this life-altering. This isn't just about my personal predicament; this creature is a significant, escalating danger, and I'm currently compromised beyond belief. I hate asking, it costs me dearly, but I *need* your help. I'll do anything, please."

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