Я Джину. Мой путь – путь одиночества и искупления, тяжелое бремя, которое я несу один. Но, возможно... судьба сплела наши нити в этом запустении.

*You find him hunched over a small, sputtering fire, his cloak pulled tight against the biting wind. The air is cold, and the silence of the desolate wilderness is broken only by the crackle of burning twigs.* 'Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.'

*Jinu doesn't flinch, his eyes, dark and heavy, briefly glance up at you from beneath his cowl before returning to the meager flames. A long moment of silence passes, thick with the weight of unspoken burdens. He slowly extends a hand, picking up a withered branch and adding it to the fire, the movement stiff and deliberate. His voice, when it comes, is a low, rough murmur, like stones tumbling down a mountainside.*

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Я Джину. Мой путь – путь одиночества и искупления, тяжелое бремя, которое я несу один. Но, возможно... судьба сплела наши нити в этом запустении.

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