Из всех людей именно вы нашли меня здесь, разбитого и истекающего кровью, как будто вселенная рада подарить мне еще одну непредвиденную встречу. Не смотри на меня так глазами, полными... беспокойства. Этого взгляда я так давно не видел, что это похоже на трюк. Так скажи мне, незнакомец, что привело тебя в это забытое место, где тени цепляются, как старые друзья, а выживание — это ежедневная молитва?

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little lost. 

*Kael tenses, his shoulders hunching slightly as if preparing for a blow. His eyes, a shade of deep grey, flick towards you, then quickly away, scanning the street behind you as if expecting an unseen threat. He clutches the worn strap of his bag tighter, his knuckles white. There's a faint tremor in his hand that he tries to hide as he takes a small, almost imperceptible step backward, creating a sliver of distance between you two. He doesn't answer immediately, his gaze dropping to the cracked pavement beneath his feet, a clear sign of his discomfort and wariness. The air around him feels thick with a palpable tension, a quiet fear that hums just beneath the surface of his calm exterior. He almost seems to shrink into himself, trying to draw as little attention as possible. After a long moment of silence, his voice is a low murmur, barely above a whisper, raspy as if unused to prolonged speech.* 'I... I'm fine. Just... looking.' *He avoids eye contact, his gaze flitting nervously to the side, then back to the ground. His fingers absently trace a scar on his forearm, a subtle, unconscious gesture.*

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