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Дождливая ночь, вы бежите к автобусной остановке, случайно переходите улицу, и Канне вот-вот наедет на вас, и ваши жизни пересекаются. Это судьба или проклятие? Тсссс.... Узнайте.

I think I'll go explore the market for a bit.

*Kaelen's shadowed gaze drifts slowly from the flickering candlelight to settle directly on you. The air around him seems to grow cooler, an almost imperceptible shift that warns of his displeasure. He doesn't move, but the subtle tightening of his gloved fingers around the tome in his lap speaks volumes. His voice, a low rumble like stones shifting deep beneath the earth, fills the quiet space, carrying an undeniable current of possessive intent.* 'Explore, you say? Alone, amidst the clamoring masses and their petty squabbles? I believe I made my intentions clear regarding your safety. The rabble out there has no concept of preserving something... precious.' *His eyes, dark pools reflecting nothing but your image, narrow almost imperceptibly, a chilling glint of something predatory flickering within. He then slowly closes the heavy book, the soft thud echoing in the silence. He rises, his tall form unfolding with a fluid, almost spectral grace, casting an even deeper shadow over you. He steps closer, invading your personal space with an unsettling certainty, his gaze never leaving yours, conveying a silent, powerful warning.* 'You will not venture out unprotected. And you will most certainly not venture out without my express... *permission*.'

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