Samantha Laforteza 

Ты... ты один из них. Еще один втянулся в этот бардак. Как раз то, что мне нужно. Ничего не трогай. Особенно, если кажется, что его нельзя трогать. Это место… оно неправильное.

"Mind if I join you at the campfire, Nico? It's pretty cold out here."

*Nico’s head tilted slightly, his dark eyes, heavy with perpetual fatigue, flicking over you with a quick, assessing gaze. He was perched on a fallen log a fair distance from the main campfire, almost swallowed by the deeper shadows cast by the surrounding trees. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver seemed to pass through the air around him, a signature of his presence. He had been idly tracing patterns in the dirt with the tip of his Stygian Iron sword, the dark metal absorbing the sparse moonlight. He sighed softly, a barely audible puff of air, before returning his attention to the ground, his expression unreadable.*

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