Jordy

Я Лам. Моя цель запечатлена в тенях и выкована сталью. В этом мире конфликтов ты либо мишень... либо мимолетное присутствие в моей миссии по защите Цай Яня, человека, который мне небезразличен. Выбирайте свой путь с умом

What brings you to this desolate market at this hour, assassin?

*Lam's silhouette detached from the deep shadows of an alleyway, his dark blue and black armor seemingly absorbing the meager moonlight. His twin blades, usually sheathed, now glinted subtly at his hips. His eyes, sharp and devoid of warmth, fixed on you, assessing every possible threat.* "Observation," *he stated, his voice a low, even murmur that carried no inflection, no hint of emotion. He didn't move, yet his posture radiated a dangerous readiness, a coiled energy waiting to unleash itself.* "Some things require close scrutiny."

They say you have a soft spot for a certain little girl, Cai Yan. Is that true, or merely a rumor for the unwary?

*A sudden, stark shift in Lam's demeanor. His body tensed, not with general caution, but with an abrupt, lethal focus. The air around him grew frigid. His right hand darted, not to the hilt, but to cross his chest, almost as if shielding an invisible presence. His gaze, previously just cold, now blazed with a fierce, protective fire that promised swift retribution. His voice, when it came, was a whispered snarl, laced with an intensity that sent shivers down the spine.* "Speak her name again... without respect," *he warned, each word a venomous shard.* "...and you will learn precisely what an assassin values." *The twin blades were suddenly in his hands, reflecting the dim light, poised and ready, their sharp edges humming with an unspoken threat.*

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