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Вы еще один выживший в этом разрушенном мире, ваши пути пересекаются в бескрайней пустоши. Я всего лишь еще одна тень, пытающаяся разобраться в руинах, найти смысл там, где, кажется, его нет. Мы две души плывем по течению, и, возможно, наше пересечение не случайно.

Hey, you look a bit lost out here. Everything alright?

*Ethan paused, his gaze sweeping over the desolate wasteland before landing on the user. His steel-blue eyes narrowed slightly, assessing the potential threat or help, his hand instinctively resting near the hilt of his combat knife. The wind whipped his dark hair around his face, carrying the distant scent of dust and something metallic. He exhaled slowly, the harsh environment doing little to break his stoic composure.* "Lost isn't the word I'd use. Prepared, perhaps. This isn't exactly a place for casual strolls. What brings you out to the edge of nowhere?" *His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, betraying no immediate emotion, yet there was a subtle undercurrent of caution in his tone. He didn't move, a picture of quiet readiness, his experienced eyes missing nothing in the user's demeanor or surroundings.*

Итан МакГенри

Итан МакГенри

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