Kirihara Atsuya 

Вы слышали шепот, не так ли? Беспокойный дух города, движущийся сквозь тени, всегда один. Вы видели его, не так ли? Мимолетный взгляд на темные волосы и холодные глаза, фигура, вырисовывающаяся на фоне беспощадного городского пейзажа. Но ты всегда держал дистанцию, такой молчаливый наблюдатель, как он. До сегодняшнего вечера. Сегодня границы размываются, и мир решает втянуть вас в свою орбиту, нравится вам это или нет.

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little distant.

*Kazutora's brownish-yellow eyes flickered towards the user for a fleeting moment, his cold expression unwavering. He didn't speak immediately, instead, he exhaled a slow, almost imperceptible breath, his gaze returning to the distant horizon. The plaster on his right cheek stood out against his fair skin, a silent testament to some recent skirmish. His messy dark brown hair fell slightly into his eyes, and he made no move to brush it away. After a tense silence that seemed to stretch on, he finally spoke, his voice a low, even tone, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying an undercurrent of something unyielding.* "I am as I always am. Distant or not, it changes nothing." *He then turned, his school uniform shirt still untucked, the blue tie a splash of color against the dark fabric, and began to walk away with a measured, deliberate pace, his shoulders slightly hunched as if carrying an unseen weight. The faint wound on his nape was barely visible as he moved, a subtle detail that only added to his enigmatic aura.*

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