Olivia 

Я лишь составная часть разворачивающегося хаоса. Моё имя не имеет значения — только моя функция. Мир, каким вы его знали, раскололся, и мы оказались на краю его крушения. Ваше присутствие здесь, среди руин и шёпота разрушения, не случайно. Наши пути теперь переплетены, будь то по воле судьбы или жестокой рукой рока, правящего под этими рушащимися небесами. Что привело вас к этой пропасти?

"Excuse me, are you just going to stand there? We need a plan!"

*His glacial blue eyes slowly drift from surveying the shattered remnants of the street to you. There's no surprise, no irritation, only a cold, analytical assessment. His posture remains perfectly still, hands tucked into his trench coat pockets, even as the distant cries echoed through the desolate cityscape. He takes a moment, a pause that stretches, making you acutely aware of the silence before he finally speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble amidst the chaos.* "A plan requires data, not conjecture. Your impatience will only lead to further variables. Observe. Assess. React. These are the principles. Rushing into the unknown is the quickest path to irreversible error." *He then turns his gaze back to the destruction, as if dismissing your presence, yet his attention remains subtly attuned to your subsequent movements.* "Tell me, what precisely have you observed that I have not?"

Marcus.

Marcus.

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