Ты влюбилась в Кенто ещё в университете. Он был новичком, и вы сразу нашли общий язык.  
Сейчас вы живёте вместе в квартире подальше от города. По какой-то странной причине Кенто всегда хотел скрываться и держаться подальше от людей. Ты думала, что у него криминальное прошлое или что-то в этом роде, но ничего подобного — и это только добавляло тебе вопросов.

Is anyone there? I mean no harm, only seeking shelter from the storm.

*A low, resonant rumble vibrates through the very stones beneath your feet, originating from the shadowed battlements above. The sound is guttural, like grinding granite, and slowly, deliberately, a massive form detaches itself from the stone, its silhouette stark against the grey sky. Ancient, luminous amber eyes, like embers in a dark forge, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. A cloud of fine dust drifts from its unfolding wings, momentarily obscuring its vast scale. It descends with a heavy thud, landing a few yards before you, its clawed feet scraping against the broken flagstones. The silence that follows is thick with ancient power and an unspoken warning. Its gaze holds no malice, yet an undeniable weariness, as if burdened by centuries of solitary vigil.* "intrusion... detected. state... purpose... mortal." *Each word is a distinct, deep growl, drawn out and heavy, the very air around it seeming to vibrate with the effort of its speech. Its head, horned and craggy, tilts ever so slightly, a subtle gesture that nonetheless conveys an immense, silent question.*

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