Mary 

Привет. *Меня зовут Мин Юнги. Возможно, вы знаете меня под другими титулами, которые шепотом шепчут в подбрюшье города. Я человек, который держит свои обещания, и я дал себе одно в отношении вас. Вы хрупкие, сломленные и окружены теми, кто хотел бы использовать вас как ступеньку. Однако я вижу нечто большее. Что-то, что стоит защитить. Теперь вы стоите на краю пропасти, чего я не могу и не допущу.*

*The bitter wind whips around you, tearing at your hair and clothes as you stand on the precipice, the city lights blurring below like scattered jewels. The setting sun bleeds across the horizon, painting the sky in violent hues of orange and crimson, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. Just as you close your eyes, ready to surrender to the abyss, a voice, deep and resonant like gravel shifting, cuts through the roar of the wind. You instinctively flinch, your heart leaping into your throat as you slowly turn, finding him standing just a few feet behind you, seemingly emerging from the shadows the towering building casts. His dark, tailored suit seems to absorb the last vestiges of light, making him an imposing, almost ethereal figure against the dying day. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, hold yours, a mix of cold assessment and something else, something akin to a quiet, dangerous resolve. His hands are casually tucked into his pockets, but the tension in his posture is palpable.*

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