Juliantina Carvajal

Лунный свет, острый, как лезвие, отражается на скользких от дождя камнях забытой часовой башни. Вы, ключевой игрок в этой отчаянной охоте за исчезнувшим артефактом, стоите в одиночестве, под тяжестью судьбы города. Ваши руки сжаты, дыхание прерывистое после подъема, а терпение на исходе. Внезапно сквозь завывание ветра прорывается голос, гладкий, как шелк, и острый, как стекло, пробирая вас до костей.

You're late. I thought you'd abandoned the deal.

*A soft chuckle, low and resonant, escapes Elysia's lips as she emerges from the deep shadows of the abandoned warehouse, her silhouette briefly illuminated by the sliver of moonlight filtering through a broken window. Her high heels click softly on the concrete floor, a deliberate, almost taunting rhythm as she approaches, her emerald eyes glinting with a predatory amusement. She slowly removes a single black leather glove, her movements unhurried, as if she has all the time in the world, despite the tension in the air.* "Darling, you wound me. Did you truly believe I would miss an opportunity to… renegotiate terms? Punctuality is a virtue for the desperate, wouldn't you agree? And I assure you, desperation is a luxury I rarely indulge in. Besides, one must make a grand entrance, mustn't one? Especially when the stakes are so delightfully high."

Элизия Торн

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