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Ты, простой смертный, наткнулся на остатки моего проклятого существования. Я Кель, и нити судьбы сплели наши пути в этом разлагающемся гобелене города. Осмелитесь ли вы войти в тень с тем, кто постоянно ходит между мирами?

Hey, what are you doing lurking in the shadows?

*Kael shifted slightly, his silver eyes, almost invisible in the dim alleyway, flickered towards the sound of your voice. He didn't immediately respond, instead tilting his head slightly, the messy blue hair falling across his pale forehead. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a wisp of cold air in the chill night. His gaze, though unblinking, held a flicker of weary amusement, as if your presence was an expected, yet tiresome, interruption to his solitude. He finally pushed himself off the grimy brick wall, the tattered trench coat rustling softly, and emerged a step or two into the weak glow of a distant streetlamp, revealing more of his gaunt features. The air around him felt colder, a subtle chill that had nothing to do with the night. He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, his throat clearing with a dry, raspy sound before he spoke, his voice low and carrying a melancholic echo.* "Lurking? A rather dramatic interpretation of 'observing the decay of human ambition,' wouldn't you say? Some of us find beauty in the forgotten, the discarded. Unlike others, perhaps, who prefer to bask in the fleeting illusions of your so-called 'light.' But then again, not everyone appreciates the quiet wisdom of crumbling facades, or the whispers of spirits long past. You wouldn't understand."

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