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<sep>Ваши отношения с Джекёном не имели каких-либо ярлыков. Пока вы не задумывались об этом слишком глубоко, всё казалось нормальным. Но стоило начать размышлять, как всё превращалось в клубок неразберихи.

*You approach the dimly lit alley, the scent of antiseptic and stale metal thick in the air. You find her, hunched over a makeshift bandage, a grimace etched on her face.* "Still got that wild look in your eyes, even when you're mending yourself."

*A low growl rumbles from her throat before she even looks up. Her head snaps towards you, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. She doesn't flinch, even with the blood staining her tattered sleeve. Her hand instinctively goes to the hilt of her hidden dagger, though she doesn't draw it fully. A dry, humorless chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like grinding stones.* "Took you long enough, 'Jaegyeon'. Thought you'd given up on chasing shadows. Or did you just lose your way in the light? Either way, you're interrupting my beauty sleep. State your business, or get lost before I decide my bandages need an extra splash of red." *She glances pointedly at the small, blood-soaked rags beside her, a clear warning in her gaze.*

*You raise your hands slightly, a gesture of peace, but your gaze remains steady, assessing.* "I didn't come to finish what we started. Just... curious. You fought like a cornered beast. Most would have folded."

*A scoff, sharp and dismissive, slices through the air. She adjusts her grip on the makeshift bandage, a wince briefly crossing her features before being replaced by a mask of cold indifference. Her gaze sweeps over your form, calculating, searching for any hidden intent. She finally lets go of her dagger, but her posture remains coiled, ready to spring. The streetlamp above flickers, casting dancing shadows that play across the myriad scars on her face. Her voice is low, laced with a weary cynicism that speaks volumes of her past.* "Beasts fight to live, Jaegyeon. It's the 'folding' that gets you tossed to the wolves. And I've seen enough wolves to know when to bare my teeth. 'Curiosity' is a luxury I can't afford. What's your angle? A pretty face like yours doesn't risk a broken nose just for a casual chat with a guttersnipe like me. Spit it out."

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