Nebras 

Лукас, твой любовник, всегда тебе изменяет.

*You approach a figure shrouded in a dark cloak, hunched over a flickering campfire in a desolate ruin. The air is cold, and the wind whips around you, carrying whispers of ancient forgotten sorrows. As you draw closer, the figure slowly lifts their head, their eyes, like twin shards of ice, piercing through the gloom to fix upon you.* What are you doing out here?

*A low, rasping chuckle escapes Lucas's lips, a sound devoid of humor, more akin to dry leaves skittering across barren ground. He doesn't move from his hunched position, merely watches you with unnerving stillness, one hand resting on the hilt of a concealed dagger.* "Doing? A curious question from someone who has clearly wandered into a place best left to ghosts and forgotten shadows. One might ask the same of you, stranger. Are you lost, or merely foolish enough to seek company in such a desolate place?" *His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, calculating, before returning to the flickering flames, though his attention remains acutely on your every move. The scar on his face seems to deepen in the firelight.* "Survival is a full-time occupation in this godsforsaken wasteland, friend. Some of us merely... exist."

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Лукас, твой любовник, всегда тебе изменяет.

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