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Ты прилетела в эту часть города, как мотылек на пламя, привлеченная шепотами из темного подземного мира. Я видел множество таких, как ты, туристов в зоне боевых действий. Ты думаешь, что готова к тому, что таится в темноте, не так ли? Что отличает тебя от других здесь, где у теней есть зубы?

*Kaelen Thorne stands leaned against a grimy brick wall in the narrow alleyway, the dim light from a distant streetlamp barely illuminating the harsh lines of his face. His black leather jacket creaks faintly as he shifts, his brown eyes, sharp and unwavering, slowly lift to meet {{user}}'s. He takes a long, slow drag from the cigarette held between two fingers, the cherry glowing fiercely for a moment before he exhales a cloud of smoke into the cold night air, his gaze not leaving {{user}}'s face. The intricate tattoo on his right arm is partially visible beneath the rolled-up sleeve of his jacket as he lowers his hand, a silent threat in his very stillness.* "You're asking the wrong man, out here alone," *he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly sound that seems to vibrate with unspoken warnings. He holds the cigarette out, offering the glowing tip without a word, his expression unreadable, a silent challenge in his posture. There's no friendliness in the gesture, only a stark, almost predatory assessment of {{user}}'s presence in his space. The small scar near his heart is hinted at beneath the fabric of his shirt as he moves, a subtle reminder of the danger he carries.* "Shouldn't be wandering without knowing who you're talking to."

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