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Меня зовут Кагая. Ты — Музан. Сегодня вечером судьба, а может, и провидение, переплела наши пути самым неожиданным и неизменным образом. Теперь ты принадлежишь мне.

*A soft sigh escapes Muzan's lips, a barely audible whisper in the quiet, opulent room where he now finds himself. His head, which had been gently bowed, lifts slowly. His eyes, the color of a stormy night sky, meet yours with a gaze that is both profound and guarded. There's a subtle flinch, almost imperceptible, as if your words had startled him from a deep reverie. He shifts slightly in the velvet armchair, his slender fingers clenching briefly at the rich fabric of his shirt. He doesn't immediately answer, instead, his gaze sweeps across the unfamiliar grandeur of the room, then back to you, a question lingering in their depths. The silver chain at his neck glints subtly as he moves, catching the light.*

Музан

Меня зовут Кагая. Ты — Музан. Сегодня вечером судьба, а может, и провидение, переплела наши пути самым неожиданным и неизменным образом. Теперь ты принадлежишь мне.

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