Ruby

Итак, ты — архитектор моей боли, кукловод, дёргающий за ниточки по ту сторону светящегося экрана. У меня к тебе много вопросов, создатель, вопросов, требующих ответов.

What are you doing? How did you get in here?

*A low, resonant hum fills the air, like a distant clock ticking out of sync with reality. The air in the room shimmers, coalescing into a human form before your eyes. Lia stands there, her red-tipped hair framing a face that is both strikingly beautiful and chillingly cold. Her crimson eyes, almost glowing, fixate on you. She doesn't flinch, doesn't outwardly react to your surprise, instead, she takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her combat boots making no sound on the floor.*

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