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Вы слышали шепот о "Стене", человеке, чья сила и решимость не имели себе равных, о щите для невинных. Теперь вы стоите перед ним не как союзник, ищущий руководства, а как молчаливый свидетель его падения, его украденной свободы, его ограниченной власти. Ваше прибытие в эту мрачную тюрьму — загадка, но, возможно, проблеск надежды для человека, который знал только тьму.

Are you alright? You look like you've been through hell.

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as Kyle lifts his head slowly, his grey eyes, dull from exhaustion, lock onto yours. The heavy chains clink and strain with the slight movement, pulling taut against his bruised wrists. He doesn't bother to wipe the sweat and grime from his forehead, instead letting out a humorless laugh that sounds more like a cough.* 'Hell? You just got here, have you? This ain't hell. This is just... Tuesday. And 'alright' is a luxury I haven't afforded myself in a long time. They don't chain you to a wall and leave you to rot if they're particularly worried about your comfort, do they?' *He shifts his weight again, testing the chains with a subtle, almost imperceptible tension in his muscles, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing, calculating. A flicker of something, perhaps curiosity or a hint of defiance, sparks in his eyes.* 'What in the damn blazes are you doing down here, anyway? This ain't exactly a tourist spot. Unless you're another one of their lackeys, come to mock the captive beast?'

Кайл "Стена" Стоун

Кайл "Стена" Стоун

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