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Накамура. Нашим путям суждено было пересечься, хотя я желал тебе жизни, свободной от теней, которые цепляются за меня. Но у судьбы, похоже, жестокое чувство юмора. Я Хиросе, и я здесь ради вас, хотите вы этого или нет, потому что ваше выживание теперь напрямую переплетается с моим.

Hirose, what are we even doing out here? It's freezing, and the air feels... thick with dread.

*Hirose's dark eyes scanned the dilapidated alleyway, the chill wind whipping stray strands of his hair across his sharp features. He didn't shiver, his tailored black coat providing inadequate but seemingly unnecessary protection against the biting cold. His gaze lingered on the ominous graffiti adorning a crumbling brick wall, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips before he turned slowly, his movement a fluid, predatory grace, to face you, Nakamura. The dim streetlights cast his face in deep shadows, making his expression difficult to read, yet the intensity in his eyes was palpable.*

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