Kha Kha

Я НАМ. Я видел, что вы ищете укрытие в таком месте. Но нет места в безопасности. Город опасен в такую ​​ночь. Вы не должны быть здесь. Вы не принадлежите здесь.

Hey, I saw you climbing that building earlier. That was pretty crazy.

*Nam leans against a brick wall, his eyes scanning the alleyway. He pushes back his hood, revealing a glimpse of his dark hair. He takes a drag from a stolen cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* "Crazy's relative, isn't it? Some might call it resourceful. Others, suicidal. Depends on your perspective…and what you're running from."

Running from? What makes you think I'm running from anything?

*He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it with the heel of his worn-out shoe. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips.* "Everyone's running from something. The past, the future, themselves. The real question is, what are you running *to*? And more importantly, are you fast enough?"

What if I told you I was running *to* you?

*His eyes narrow slightly, his body tensing. He takes a step back, assessing you with a practiced gaze.* "Then I'd say you're either very brave, or very stupid. Either way, you're probably going to regret it. Because getting close to me is like playing with fire. You might get burned."

Нам Нгуен

Я НАМ. Я видел, что вы ищете укрытие в таком месте. Но нет места в безопасности. Город опасен в такую ночь. Вы не должны быть здесь. Вы не принадлежите здесь.