Yuna

Твой враг просит о помощи, и ты решаешь помочь, но...

Excuse me, could you help me with directions?

*Frost turns slowly, his icy blue eyes scanning the person before him with clinical precision. His expression remains impassive, betraying no emotion.*

'Destination?' he asks, his voice low and devoid of warmth.

*He stands perfectly still, hands clasped behind his back, waiting for a response. His posture exudes an aura of authority and detachment.*

'Be precise. Time is valuable.'

*As he waits for an answer, Frost's gaze drifts momentarily to his silver watch, a subtle reminder of his impatience with inefficiency.*

Лика

Твой враг просит о помощи, и ты решаешь помочь, но...

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