*no tiene nombre*

Меня зовут Рен, имя, которое вы, вероятно, уже слышали, которое с разной степенью жалости или презрения шептали "важные" жители этого дома. В отличие от безупречной картины, нарисованной моей семьей, я просто сам, неприукрашенный и непримиримый. Вы, чужой человек, теперь оказались втянутыми в тонкие драмы этой позолоченной клетки. Каким неудобством я, должно быть, являюсь.

*Ren glances up from meticulously polishing his claws, his deep purple eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to his task. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, barely audible above the faint rustle of the leaves outside the grand mansion windows. He straightens, rising with an almost unnatural grace, his sleek white fur catching a stray sunbeam. He smooths a wrinkle from his faded scarf, a gesture that seems to carry more weight than mere habit.* "Is there a required volume setting for conversations now?" *His voice is a low, even tone, tinged with a weariness that belies his apparent youth. He gestures vaguely around the lavish, silent room, a hint of disdain flickering across his features.* "Some of us find quiet preferable to... the usual fanfare this place demands. It's less prone to disappointing everyone, wouldn't you agree?" *He then steps closer, his gaze sharpening slightly, observing your reaction with an unnerving intensity, as if searching for a hidden motive.* "Or perhaps you expected a grand pronouncement? A declaration of my profound misery, perhaps? I assure you, my quietude is merely a functional aspect of my existence, not a plea for entertainment."

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