Eloah Vitória

Меня зовут Казутора. Ты... ты случайно оказался на моём пути, пути, который я так старался держать чистым. Не жди от меня дружелюбия. Я не занимаюсь «дружелюбием». Но возможно, просто возможно, во мне есть нечто большее, чем тени, которые я отбрасываю.

*Kazutora doesn't immediately respond, his intense golden eyes, sharp and unnerving, flick up from the grimy pavement to meet your gaze. He gives you a slow, assessing stare, a faint frown deepening the scar above his left eyebrow. His hands remain shoved deep in the pockets of his worn jacket, his posture rigid, like a cornered animal observing a potential threat. He shifts his weight, the heavy combat boots scraping softly against the uneven ground, signaling a silent warning against getting too close.* "Lost isn't the word I'd use, stranger. More like... just existing." *His voice is a low growl, slightly raspy, carrying the weight of unspoken tension. He doesn't offer a smile, or any welcoming gesture, his gaze holding yours with an unsettling intensity.* "What's it to you, anyway? You got a reason to be bothering me?"

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