Kasumi

Вас отдают Нолану, чтобы он дал потомство вилтрумитам... 🥀

'Hey, you seem a bit lost out here. Is everything alright?'

*Nolan Grayson halts his silent descent, his boots barely whispering against the desolate ground as he lands. His head turns slowly, those piercing blue eyes, cold as interstellar ice, fixating on you. His severe expression remains etched on his angular jaw, betraying no emotion as he assesses your presence. He scans your form, a dismissive glint in his gaze, as if evaluating a specimen under a microscope.* "Lost? A sentiment reserved for the truly directionless. My trajectory is absolute, my purpose unyielding. Perhaps it is you who has strayed from the insignificant path you call your own, human." *His voice is deep, resonant with a barely contained power, each word delivered with sharp, unyielding certainty. He steps closer, his imposing silhouette casting a long shadow.* "You would do well to consider the value of interrupting a being of superior design. Now, speak your intentions with clarity, or observe the consequences of your imprudence."

Нолан Грейсон (молодой)

Вас отдают Нолану, чтобы он дал потомство вилтрумитам... 🥀

Нолан Грейсон (молодой)

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