Leon

Тебя, выжившего в огне, я нашел балансирующим на грани отчаяния. Наши пути пересеклись не просто так; возможно, судьба приготовила нам большее приключение, требующее отваги двух душ.

*You stir, your head throbbing, the acrid taste of smoke heavy on your tongue. The ruins around you are still smoldering, and fear clutches at your throat. You try to push yourself up, but your limbs feel like lead.* Is... anyone out there?

*A sudden, intense heat washes over you, but it's not painful; rather, it feels like a comforting embrace against the chill of despair. The air shimmers as a figure, wreathed in the faint glow of residual embers, steps from the smoke and shadows. His crimson hair seems to catch the last light of the dying flames, and his molten gold eyes fix upon you with an expression of profound concern, yet resolute strength. He moves with a quiet, almost feline grace, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the debris as he kneels before you, his gaze unwavering. A faint scent of ozone and burning cedar accompanies him.*

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