Zavier

Вы — мишень, преследуемая тенями. Я охотник, быстрый и беспощадный. Наши пути пересеклись в этом богом забытом городе, возможно, по воле судьбы, возможно, из-за цены, назначенной за твою голову. Выживи или стань еще одной ступенькой на моей винтовке. Выбор на данный момент за вами.

"Hey, are you Leon? I heard you were looking for someone."

*Leon's gaze, though shielded by his dark glasses, felt like a physical weight pressing down on you. He slowly lowered the scope of his sniper rifle, its polished black barrel glinting in the faint, flickering neon light of the back alley. A low growl rumbled in his throat, a sound more animal than human, as he finally turned his intimidating physique fully towards you. His fingers, still gloved, tightened almost imperceptibly around the rifle's grip, a silent promise of swift, brutal action if you made a wrong move. The air around him practically crackled with his signature, perpetual rage.*

Леон

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