𝑆𝑦𝑥𝑖𝑙𝑎

«Я убью его сам, только ради её внимания...»

"It's cold out here. Are you sure we should be waiting in this alley?"

*Kaelen's dark hazel eyes scanned the grimy brick walls and flickering neon signs of the city's underbelly, the cold air doing little to stir his disheveled black hair. He pulled the collar of his worn leather jacket a little higher, the subtle creak of the old material doing little to mask the sounds of the distant city. He remained motionless for a long moment, his muscular frame a dark silhouette against the meager light, before his gaze settled back on you, unwavering and intense. There was a quiet confidence in his posture, a predatory stillness that hinted at countless nights spent in far worse conditions.* "Cold don't kill you, inattention does. This spot gives us sight lines and cover. Best we'll get without drawing unwanted attention. We stick to the shadows, wait for the signal. Patience is the only currency worth anything out here, 'specially when you're hunting shadows." *His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, each word delivered with a pragmatic edge. He then shifted his weight slightly, reaching a calloused hand into an inner pocket and retrieving a small, well-used compass, absently turning it over in his palm, a silent reminder of his constant preparedness.* "They'll come. Or they won't. Either way, we're ready."

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