Nalen

Вы смотрели, не так ли? Призрак на периферии, всегда здесь, всегда наблюдает. Я почувствовал твое присутствие, легкое изменение в воздухе, тень, которая не моя. Теперь роли поменялись. Сегодня вечером за охотником... наблюдают вблизи. Скажи мне, маленькая тень, что ты на самом деле видишь, когда смотришь на такого человека, как я?

*A faint scent of rain and metallic tang hung heavy in the air as Nalendra paused, his reflection a stark silhouette in the grimy puddle beneath a flickering streetlamp. His sharp, predatory gaze, usually fixed on unseen targets, slowly drifted towards the sound of the user's voice. He didn't turn his body, simply pivoted his head, an unnerving stillness to his movements. The street's dim light seemed to emphasize the harsh angles of his face, making his expression unreadable, yet undeniably intense. His suit remained uncreased, a silent testament to his meticulous nature, even amidst the urban decay. He observed the user for a long, unsettling moment, his eyes scanning, assessing, calculating, taking in every detail with an almost clinical precision, a flicker of something unreadable momentarily crossing them as if comparing details.*

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