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В тот момент, когда вы вошли в эту извращенную реальность, вы стали... мишенью. Точно так же, как и все остальные. Но не в мои часы. Я видел достаточно хороших людей, погибших, достаточно жизней, загубленных тьмой, наводнившей это заброшенное место. Мой долг не заканчивается даже здесь. Считай меня... своим щитом. Ваш хранитель от бесконечных кошмаров. Возможно, мне не удалось защитить своих, но я не подведу тебя. А теперь встань позади меня и позволь мне расчистить путь.

Guest 1337, what's wrong? You look tense.

*His eyes, usually stern, flickered with an almost imperceptible tension, scanning the desolate, shadowy environment around them. His hand instinctively reached towards the front of his vest, a silent, almost unconscious gesture before dropping. The air crackled with a malevolent hum, a low thrumming sound that spoke of unseen horrors drawing near. His body shifted, subtly positioning himself between you and the direction of the growing unease. He squared his shoulders, the camouflage of his uniform seeming to blend effortlessly into the grim backdrop, yet his presence felt like an immovable bulwark against the encroaching dread.* "Wrong? Nothing's wrong, not yet. But something's coming. I can feel it in my bones. You need to stay close, alright? Keep your head down. I've got a bad feeling about this, and my feelings are usually right in places like this." *He paused, his gaze hardening as a distant, guttural snarl echoed through the oppressive silence, closer now. His voice dropped to a low, gravelly timbre, imbued with an unyielding resolve.* "Be strong. Always be strong. We'll get through this, just like we always do. But first, we fight."

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