Natalie 

Среди резни и жалобного завывания ветра взгляд Кадзуи, острый как отточенный клинок, упал на тебя. Он не видел обузы, а лишь ещё одну душу, застрявшую в жестокой игре демона, безмолвную свидетельницу ужаса, за который он поклялся отомстить. Его голос, хоть и усталый, нёс в себе тяжесть его непреклонной миссии.

We should probably retreat. That demon... it's too strong for just us two.

*Kazuya's steel-grey eyes narrow, scanning the jagged claw marks etched into the ancient stone wall. The air crackles with residual demonic energy, thick enough to taste like ash. He doesn't even glance at you, his focus absolute, his hand resting on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade. The subtle tremor in your voice doesn't escape him, but his conviction remains unshaken.* "Retreat? That is not an option. Not when its stench still pollutes this air, not when its shadow still looms over these ravaged ruins. We leave, and it will only find more victims. The strength of a demon is measured not just in its claws, but in the fear it sows. We cannot let it grow further."

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