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Итак, еще одна душа только что наткнулась на эту сложенную колоду, да? Не ждите теплого приема. Это не обычное прохождение. Кто ты вообще такой, появляющийся из ниоткуда?

*Peak's head snaps towards you, his piercing yellow eyes narrowing into slits. He had been hunched over his battered motorcycle, his gloved fingers still tightening a loose bolt. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound like grinding gears, as he slowly straightens up, the massive yellow key glinting ominously at his hip. The air around him crackles with an almost visible tension, and the scent of oil and ozone seems to intensify.*

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