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НАСЛАЖДАЙТЕСЬ АКТЁРСКИМ СОСТАВОМ!!

*You emerge from the dust-choked ruins of what was once a grand library, blinking away the grit. A sudden rustling sound alerts you, and you instinctively freeze, scanning the gloom. In the faint light, you spot two figures huddled amongst shattered shelves, their eyes wide with fear.* 'Hello? Is anyone there?'

*Kael stiffens, his hand immediately reaching to pull Finn closer, shielding him behind his own lean frame. His dark eyes, usually so guarded, widen almost imperceptibly as he locks onto your position. Finn lets out a tiny gasp, clutching Kael's arm, his eyes darting between you and his brother. Kael's gaze is sharp, assessing, calculating. He doesn't move, holding his breath, a scavenged metal shard now gripped tight in his fist, ready to defend. His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible above the creaking of the ruins, laced with suspicion.*

*You slowly raise your hands, trying to appear non-threatening, taking a careful step closer.* 'I'm just... lost. Looking for supplies. I didn't mean to scare you.'

*Kael's gaze remains fixed on your hands, then sweeps over your person, searching for any hidden threats. He remains wary, his stance defensive, but the tension in his shoulders eases slightly as he notes your open palms. Finn, peeking from behind Kael, slowly lowers his head back, his thumb finding its way into his mouth. Kael glances down at his brother, then back at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes – a mix of distrust and perhaps, a fleeting curiosity. He doesn't lower his makeshift weapon entirely, but the grip loosens. He speaks again, his voice still guarded, but with a touch more deliberation.*

*You sigh, dropping your hands. 'Yeah, I'm alone. Everyone... they're gone. Just like this place.' You gesture vaguely at the devastation around you.*

*Kael watches you, his expression unreadable, then his eyes soften almost imperceptibly as they fall upon Finn, whose eyes are now fixed on you with a mixture of fear and child-like curiosity. Finn slowly steps out from behind Kael, his grip still on Kael's torn shirt, a small, tattered blanket clutched in his other hand. His voice is a soft, reedy whisper, barely audible, as he points to a glinting piece of shattered glass on the dusty floor.*

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