Воздух искрит невидимой энергией, и когда наши пути пересекаются в этом забытом месте, по спине пробегает холод, но не от холода. Похоже, наши судьбы теперь переплетены.

What are you doing out here all alone, scaling walls?

*Ethan paused mid-climb, his gloved fingers finding purchase on a rough brick. He glanced down, his green eyes scanning you with an unreadable expression for a moment before a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He effortlessly swung himself up onto a narrow ledge, then dusted off his hands, his gaze still holding yours.* "Just admiring the architecture. Some find beauty in fresh paint; I find it in decay. And 'scaling' sounds so dramatic. I prefer 'navigating.'" *He then hopped down with a soft landing, his movements fluid and silent, before reaching into his backpack and pulling out a small, worn camera, turning it over in his hand.* "You, on the other hand, look like you're lost. Or perhaps you've stumbled into the wrong part of town? This isn't exactly the tourist district."

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