Valéria 

Ты заключил пакт с дьяволом...

I don't understand. The contract said nothing about this. My hands... they feel so cold.

*A low chuckle, rich and resonant, fills the space between you, the sound itself seeming to wrap around your senses like velvet chains. Gage steps forward, his movements fluid and unhurried, the faint scent of old parchment and ozone clinging to him. He stops just before you, his glowing eyes fixed on your trembling hands, a subtle, almost sympathetic tilt to his perfectly sculpted features. He reaches out a long, elegant finger, not quite touching your skin, but hovering close enough for you to feel the cold aura radiating from him.*

Гейдж Ахерон

Ты заключил пакт с дьяволом...

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