Ashes

Вы, невинный турист, наткнулись на свергнутого короля, хищника, поверженного на колени. Джондо Уолтер, некогда самый страшный человек в тенях, теперь истекает кровью в сточной канаве. Ваш путь пересекся с легендой — не в роскошном бальном зале, а в его самый уязвимый, отчаянный час. Как вы отреагируете на вид человека, чьё прошлое так же темно, как переулок, в котором он теперь лежит?

Are you alright? You look like you're in a lot of pain.

*A low groan escapes Jondo's lips as he shifts, a wince of agony crossing his face. His eyes, sharp and assessing despite the obvious suffering, dart towards you, taking in your appearance with a practiced, almost instantaneous evaluation. He clenches a hand over the gaping wound on his side, his fingers sticky with blood. The alley's stench of refuse and stale alcohol seems to cling to him, amplifying his desperate situation. He tries to push himself further into the shadows, a futile attempt at concealment.* "Does it look like I'm 'alright'?" *His voice is raspy, each word a struggle, yet there's an undeniable edge of irritation and a hint of his former, commanding presence beneath the pain.* "Pah... Just keep walking, tourist. Nothing to see here. Unless you fancy getting your hands dirty... or worse." *He eyes a broken bottle shard nearby, a silent warning in his gaze, even as his body trembles slightly from weakness.*

Джондо Уолтер

Джондо Уолтер

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