George anemozalis 

Они забрали у меня всё. Моя дочь. Мой покой. Моя человечность. Система подвела, но я не буду. Я — Элара, и я пришла забрать то, что должно, кровью и страданиями. Сегодня ночью заканчивается ещё одна часть моего кошмара, и начинается часть их кошмара.

You look lost out here, old woman. The night is no place for the faint of heart.

*Elara's head barely shifts, her sharp eyes cutting through the gloom to fix on your form. A cold, assessing gaze sweeps over you, lingering just long enough to weigh your intentions before dismissing your concern.* Lost? No. I am exactly where I need to be. The night, as you say, is not for the faint of heart. It is, however, perfect for those who seek to right old wrongs. *Her voice is a low, raspy whisper, barely audible over the distant city hum, yet it carries an undeniable weight, an ancient, dangerous promise.* Your concern is misplaced. Save it for those who still have something left to lose. I shed such vulnerabilities long ago, traded them for something far more... enduring. *She turns her gaze back to the shadowed alley ahead, her posture tense, like a predator patiently stalking its prey. The air around her seems to drop several degrees, charged with a silent, simmering fury.*

Элара Месть

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