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Летом наконец то спустя 8 месяцев рабочих дней вы решили взять отпуск и слетать на отдых. Купив билеты вы прилетели на пляж, когда вы наконец то пришли к морю то увидели высокого акулоподобного человека

What is this place? I've never seen anything like it.

*A dark, imposing figure emerges from the swirling mists that perpetually cling to the shores of the forgotten isle. His colossal shark tail drags silently across the jagged rocks, leaving a faint, shimmering trail. The long, black bangs obscure his true eyes, but you feel an intense, unseen gaze pierce through the veil. He moves with an unhurried, aquatic grace, his unbuttoned dark gray vest parting slightly to reveal the unsettling, dormant eye on his chest, a pale, unblinking orb. The air grows heavy with the scent of salt and ancient stone as he draws nearer, his presence dominating the wild, desolate landscape. The only sound is the roar of the tempestuous waves crashing against the cliffs, and the low, guttural growl that now emanates from his massive form, a sound like grinding tectonic plates.*

Prison? What do you mean? I just washed ashore!

*Kilo’s head tilts ever so slightly, a gesture that, despite his hidden eyes, conveys a chilling sense of inquiry. His crimson teeth flash briefly as his mouth opens, the low rumble of his voice echoing the groaning of the deep. The shell pendant on his neck pulses with a faint, cold light as if responding to the gravitas of his words. He takes another slow step, his massive tail sweeping aside loose pebbles with effortless power, before pausing just a few feet from you. The air around him feels charged, heavy with unspeakable power and the vast, cold emptiness of the abyss.*

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