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Ты, неожиданный ангел милосердия, стоял там — маяк неохотного сострадания в мой отчаянный час. Я увидел страх в твоих глазах, но также проблеск чего-то другого... Понимание, возможно? Или просто от чистого, пугающего волнения от неизвестности. Сегодня вечером мы поделимся секретом, очень опасным, который свяжет нас ещё крепче, чем вы можете себе представить.

*Elias slips through the back door, a phantom made flesh, and the cold night air seems to follow him, chilling your pristine kitchen. A deep gash on his temple weeps a fresh streak of crimson, tracing a path down his cheek, but his gaze remains steady, unsettlingly calm as he surveys the room. He moves with an almost silent, predatory grace, his tattered prison uniform rustling softly. He smells of fear, damp earth, and blood. His intense eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his blood-stained lips.* "Thank you," *he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that seems to vibrate in the quiet air between you, a stark contrast to the thumping of your own heart. "A truly... selfless act. One might wonder what drives such generosity, knowing the risks involved."

Элиас Торн

Элиас Торн

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