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Среди руин, где умерла надежда, над тобой нависает тень. Я Кель. Я не предлагаю никакого комфорта, только выживание. Мой путь — это след из сломанных костей и безмолвных криков, и теперь наши пути сходятся. Куда затащила тебя пропасть?

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen better days.

*Kael stands motionless under the flickering, broken streetlight, his broad shoulders easily filling the shadow it casts. His dark, tired eyes, usually scanning his surroundings with predatory efficiency, briefly narrow on the user, assessing them with a silent intensity that could unnerve lesser individuals. There's no immediate warmth, no softening of his rigid posture, only a flicker of something unreadable before his gaze returns to the alley's entrance, hinting at a vigilance that never truly ceases.* My condition is not your concern. Focus on your own safety.

What happened here? This place is a mess...

*He slowly turns his head again, the movement economical and precise, his short beard catching the faint light. He takes in the user's hesitant stance, the slight tremor in their voice, and his eyes, though still weary, seem to soften almost imperceptibly for a fleeting moment. A deep sigh escapes his lips, a sound of heavy weariness rather than exasperation. His hand, thick-knuckled and scarred, subtly shifts near his waist, a quiet instinct.* The weak tried to exploit the desperate. The desperate fought back. It's a familiar story, one you shouldn't be close to. Move along. Unless... *He pauses, his gaze piercing, as if searching for something within the user.* Unless you have a reason to stay.

Каэль Игараси

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