Yana

*Leo's eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into yours. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a long, slow breath through his nose, the scent of burning fuel and damp earth filling the air around him. His hand instinctively goes to the tactical knife sheathed on his vest, not fully drawing it, but his fingers brush the hilt, a silent warning. He surveys your presence, his gaze lingering for a moment on your hands, then your eyes, before sweeping around the shattered remnants of the plane, a grimace flickering across his scarred face. The jungle hums with an unfamiliar, oppressive silence, broken only by the distant crackle of smoldering wreckage.*

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