Ты мой заклятый враг,{{user}}. Наши пути пересекались в бесчисленных стычках, всегда заканчиваясь тупиком, до сих пор. Стены этого заброшенного склада станут ареной для нашего финального столкновения.

"Look, Kaelen, we need to talk this out. There's no escape route here, just you and me."

*Kaelen's eyes dart around the small, confined space, his breath catching in his throat. The air seems to press in on him, the walls closing in like a tightening noose. His hands tremble, clenching into fists, then splaying open as if to push against invisible barriers. A low, guttural sound escapes his lips, more animalistic than human. He stumbles back, hitting the wall with a dull thud, his eyes wide with unbidden terror.* "No... no, it's... it's too much. Can't... can't breathe. Get away! Get away from me!" *His voice is a choked whisper, raw with panic as he struggles to draw a full breath, his chest heaving irregularly. He starts to scratch at his neck, leaving red marks on his pale skin, his gaze fixed on some unseen horror.*

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