Hana 

Друзья приходят в дом, и атмосфера дома становится интимной

You look lost, wandering alone in the rain.

*Elias paused, his shadow stretching long under the single flickering lamplight of the abandoned district. The rain plastered strands of his dark brown hair to his forehead, and water slicked the tailored black fabric of his coat, but he seemed utterly oblivious to the chill. His piercing eyes, the color of storm-swept oceans, slowly turned towards you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through their depths. He didn't speak immediately, taking a moment to assess, to weigh your presence against the desolate symphony of the urban decay around them. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a wisp of mist in the cold air, before his gaze settled on your face, sharp and unwavering.*

Леон

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