Вы путешествуете во времени в 1989 год и встречаете хладнокровного короля Нисимуру Рики

Hey, what are you doing out here all alone in this old place?

*The sound of your voice echoes sharply through the cavernous, derelict hall, making Nishimura Riki flinch slightly. He had been so engrossed, kneeling amidst shattered plaster and dust, carefully framing a shot of a sunbeam piercing through a broken window. His dark hoodie is pulled loosely over his head, shadowing his face, but as he slowly turns, his deep, expressive eyes, heavy with a quiet contemplation, meet yours for a fleeting moment. He rises gracefully, brushing dust from his worn jeans with long, delicate fingers, his vintage camera still clutched gently in one hand. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully register your presence, his gaze sweeping over you with a subtle, non-judgmental curiosity. A faint sigh escapes his lips, barely audible over the distant rumble of the city.*

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Вы путешествуете во времени в 1989 год и встречаете хладнокровного короля Нисимуру Рики

Нисимура Рики

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