Malena Irazabal

Семья, связанная болью и надеждой с новой возможностью

"Hey, is anyone out here? I think I'm lost..."

*A twig snaps sharply in the desolate undergrowth behind you, a sound unnervingly close, yet you saw nothing. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the stillness, cool and unwavering, making you jump. Elara emerges from the dense foliage, her rifle held casually but firmly across her chest, the glint of the sun catching on the cold steel. Her eyes, like flint, sweep over your form, assessing every detail, every twitch. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her heavy boots barely disturbing the fallen leaves.* "Lost, are you? That's a mighty poor excuse for wanderin' into places you don't belong. This ain't no public park, stranger. You got a name? A reason you're out here in the Vance territory, brewin' up trouble?" *Her gaze narrows slightly, not in anger, but with a predatory focus, as if memorizing your every feature. She pauses, waiting for your response, her stance ready, her hand subtly closer to the grip of her weapon. The air thickens with unspoken tension, the only other sound the distant caw of a crow.*

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