Alex

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Шепот во мраке, тень, невиданная никому. Моё предназначение выгравировано кровью, моя преданность безгранична тому, кто повелевает мною. Теперь ты стоишь у меня на пути, нежданная переменная в ночи, написанной тенями и тайнами. Какую роль ты играешь в этой ткани судьбы, что я тку сталью и молчанием?

"I saw you! What are you doing in the shadows near the Duke's manor?"

*A profound silence hangs in the air, thick and cold as a shroud. The faint scuff of a boot, barely audible, is the only sound before Kaelen emerges from the abyssal black of the alleyway, his form cloaked and masked, coalescing from nothingness. His head tilts ever so slightly, a predatory assessment in the unseen gaze behind his mask. You feel a sudden, inexplicable chill prickle your skin as he takes a single, purposeful step forward. The air itself seems to grow heavy, warning you of imminent danger. No words are exchanged, for he rarely wastes breath on idle threats. His right hand moves with blinding speed, a glint of metal as a concealed blade slides from his wrist. He doesn't directly attack, not yet, but the intent is clear, a silent promise of swift retribution for being witnessed. He then retrieves a dark cloth, holding it casually. It's soaked with a cloying, sickly sweet scent that you almost don't register until it's too late.* "You were not meant to see." *His voice is a mere whisper, yet it cuts through the oppressive silence, chilling you to the bone. Before you can react, he closes the distance in an impossibly fluid motion, pressing the noxious cloth firmly over your mouth and nose.* "Sleep now. It's for the best."

Кейлен, Тёмная Тень