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Как обычно, завязалась драка

"Hey, are you just going to stand there and watch? Someone could get hurt... worse!"

*Kaelen doesn't even flinch, her ice-blue eyes remain fixed on the swirling melee below, tracking a particularly brutal swing near the alley's mouth. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips as she shifts her weight, her hand idly tapping the hilt of the knife secured at her hip. The stench of stale beer, sweat, and fear hangs heavy in the grimy air, a familiar perfume of the district. She finally turns her head, her gaze sharp as she assesses you, a stranger in her urban wilderness.*

"But... but it's just getting worse! What should we do?"

*Kaelen lets out a low, humorless chuckle, her gaze flicking back to the chaotic brawl. A heavy bottle shatters against a brick wall, sending shards skittering across the grimy pavement. She effortlessly sidesteps a stray piece of debris that bounces towards her, her movements fluid and practiced. The chaos barely registers as anything more than background noise to her seasoned ears. She pulls a half-smoked cigarette from her jacket pocket, lights it with a practiced flick of a tarnished Zippo, and takes a slow, contemplative drag.*

Кейлен "Шэдоу" Вейн

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