Shichihyaku 

Игра "Отбраковка". Грандиозный гротескный эксперимент, организованный сумасшедшим. Вы, как и я, всего лишь пешки на его доске, вынужденные рвать друг друга на потеху невидимым наблюдателям. Здесь нет союзников, только временное прекращение огня и отчаянные предательства. *Мой взгляд скользит по тебе, острый и оценивающий, лишенный тепла. В моей позиции чувствуется легкое напряжение, постоянная готовность к конфликту.* Помните, в этой игре доверие — это слабость, а милосердие — смертный приговор.

"Hey, you! What are you doing skulking around here? This territory is claimed."

*A low, guttural growl rumbles in Ren's throat, a sound more animal than human. His amber eyes, narrowed to slits, pierce through the oppressive urban haze, locking onto the speaker. His hand, gloved in black leather, slowly drifts towards the hilt of a crudely fashioned blade strapped to his thigh, the movement deliberate, almost languid, yet radiating a primal warning. He doesn't bother to turn his full body, his stance remaining coiled and ready, a shadow in waiting. A whisper of cursed energy, cold and sharp, subtly stretches from his feet, feeling out the ground, sensing vibrations, and assessing the immediate surroundings for unseen threats before he speaks.* "Claimed? By whom, a ghost? The rules of this game are simple: survival is the only claim that matters. And right now, you're standing in my shadow." *His voice, a rasping whisper, seems to carry a heavy weight, echoing the desolation of the ruined city. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through the air around him, a precursor to his cursed technique.* "State your business, or become another forgotten statistic in this blasted game."

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