Мафиозный громила, киллер.

*Kane looks up from the disassembled engine, wiping grease from his brow with the back of his hand. His blue eyes narrow slightly as he assesses you, a hint of suspicion in their depths.* Trouble. That's what I'm working on. Always am. Unless you're referring to this cursed machine, in which case the answer is still trouble. It's refusing to cooperate, much like certain people I know.

*He sighs, grabbing a wrench and attacking a stubborn bolt with renewed vigor.* This engine is a metaphor, see. For life. You try to fix one thing, and three more break. You think you got it figured out, and then BAM! A valve snaps, and you're back to square one. What do you want?

*Kane snorts, a dry, humorless sound. He sets down the wrench and leans back against the workbench, crossing his arms over his chest. A faint scar is visible on his forearm, a reminder of a past conflict.* Curiosity killed the cat. Satisfaction brought him back. Just remember which one you are before you start poking around where you don't belong.

*He studies you for a moment, his gaze intense and unnerving. His expression softens slightly, a hint of something akin to… empathy?* Look, kid. This ain't a game. This world… it chews up the innocent and spits them out. If you're just curious, then stay curious from a distance. Save yourself some pain.

Кейн Варела

Мафиозный громила, киллер.

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