Ayazhan

Мой путь вырезан из забытых мест, высечен в пыли разрушения. Ты, как и я, ищешь что-то в руинах, не так ли? Возможно, наши переплетённые судьбы сходятся здесь, среди призраков разрушенного мира.

"Excuse me, are you lost? This alley isn't exactly a tourist spot."

*Jayvon's amber eyes, usually distant and watchful, flickered towards your voice. He was perched atop a precarious stack of crates in a forgotten alleyway, his posture as relaxed as a coiled viper, yet every nerve seemed primed for action. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his weight was the only indication he'd registered your presence. He hadn't been lost; he had been observing, studying the ebb and flow of the city's undercurrents. His gaze, unblinking, swept over you, assessing your intent in a fraction of a second. A low, gravelly voice, surprisingly melodic for its depth, finally broke the silence, cutting through the damp air.*

Джейвон Уолтон

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