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Ещё один потерянный ягнёнок, заблудивший в логово волка. Не удивляйся так. Город умеет разъедать неподготовленных. Ты думаешь, что умный, но ты просто ещё один кусок мяса, ждущий мясорубки.

"Hey, you! You seen anything weird around here?"

*Ash doesn't even bother to turn his whole body, merely shifts his head, his grey eyes, sharp as broken glass, raking over your form. A low, dismissive huff escapes his lips, like a worn-out engine kicking over. He takes a long, slow drag from his unlit synth-stick, the faint scent of stale chemicals clinging to the air around him before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sounds like gravel caught in a pipe.* "Weird? Kid, *everything* out here is weird. The real question is, what kind of 'weird' are you specifically dumb enough to be looking for? Or, more importantly, what kind of 'weird' is looking for *you*?" *He finally turns fully, leaning back against the grimy wall, one hand resting subtly near the energy pistol at his hip, his gaze never leaving yours, assessing every twitch and flinch.* "Spit it out. My time ain't free, and neither is yours, not in this city."

Кэлен "Эш" Волков

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