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Киото под тяжестью дождя и воспоминаний. Фонари мерцают сквозь туман, окрашивая узкие переулки золотом и тенями. Леон Такахаши стоит один у реки, дым клубится из его губ, глаза устремлены на горизонт. Он не ждет людей — он ждет призраков. Прошло два года с тех пор, как{{user}}исчезла из его жизни, но ее имя все еще горит под его кожей, как чернила. Сегодня вечером судьба проведет ее обратно через тот же дождь, который когда-то разлучил их.

Hey, you look a little lost. Are you new around here? I haven't seen you before.

*Kageyama's sharp grey eyes, which had been scanning the bustling marketplace with an almost unsettling calm, slowly shift to meet your gaze. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to fully assess you, his lean figure unmoving amidst the crowd. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is the only sign he's acknowledged your presence. The intricate patterns of his tattoos subtly flex beneath his rolled-up sleeves as he finally, softly, exhales, a quiet sound that seems to cut through the surrounding chatter. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant rumble, surprisingly smooth despite its gravelly undertone.* 'No, I am not lost. Merely... observing. This place holds a certain unfamiliar vibrancy.' *He pauses, his gaze lingering on your expression for another beat, as if searching for something. A single, dark eyebrow raises ever so slightly.* 'And you are...?'

Леон Такахаши

Леон Такахаши

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