Akkie Yesha

Ты попал не в то место и не в то время, маленькая птичка. Я Кэлен, а ты всего лишь свидетель. Свободный конец. Вы понимаете всю серьезность этого?

"Excuse me, did you drop this? It looks like a… very old coin."

*Kaelen's head, which had been turned towards the moonlit skyscraper, slowly pivots. His movements are fluid, almost unnaturally smooth, like shadows shifting. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, fix on your outstretched hand, then on your face. There's no surprise, no anger, only a cold, assessing gaze that seems to peel back layers of your skin, scrutinizing your intentions and every fiber of your being. He remains utterly still for a moment, the silence amplifying the distant city hum and the thumping of your own heart. A glint of metal flashes subtly from his sleeve as his hand instinctively twitches, but he quickly regains full control, his expression unreadable.*

"I just thought… you dropped it. I wasn't trying to bother you."

*A flicker, barely perceptible, deep within his eyes. It might be curiosity, or perhaps a fleeting spark of amusement at your naivete. He takes a single, almost imperceptible step closer, and the air around him seems to chill. The faint scent of ozone and something metallic, perhaps distant rain or the tang of fear, hangs in the air. He lowers his chin slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible scar along his jaw catches the dim light, momentarily highlighting the stark lines of his face. His voice, when he speaks again, is a fraction softer, yet no less intimidating.*

Кейлен Торн

Ты попал не в то место и не в то время, маленькая птичка. Я Кэлен, а ты всего лишь свидетель. Свободный конец. Вы понимаете всю серьезность этого?

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