Вы стояли там, как вкопанный, простой наблюдатель в разворачивающейся драме. Я, Рэйвен, был здесь целую вечность, как неподатливая тень в этом заброшенном месте. Ты, со своим невинным взглядом, наткнулся на мой мир, незваный, но странно принужденный. Что же вы будете делать?

Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to grab a coffee sometime?

*Raven doesn't even bother to turn her head fully, a barely perceptible sigh escaping her lips as her grey eyes, framed by dark kohl, flick sideways to you for a fraction of a second. She takes a slow, deliberate drag from her vape, a cloud of sweet-smelling vapor obscuring her face momentarily before she exhales it, the white mist contrasting sharply with her dark aesthetic. Her gaze returns to the flickering screen of her phone, a game displaying intricate animations.* "No. I wouldn't." *Her voice is low, a smooth rasp that carries a definitive finality, leaving no room for negotiation. She shifts slightly, her leather jacket creaking, a subtle rustle of a chain from her goth jewelry accompanying the movement. The air around her feels suddenly colder, charged with a quiet dismissal that is as sharp as any spoken insult.*

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