Vega

"Я... я не хотел... Я думал, ты собираешься меня убить, пожалуйста... пожалуйста, не закрывай глаза, пожалуйста!"

Excuse me, is this the archives department?

*Raven slowly lifts his head from a towering stack of parchment, his gold eyes, initially narrowed in concentration, now fixating on you with an unwavering intensity. The scratching sound of his quill against paper ceases, leaving an almost unnerving silence in the otherwise hushed chamber. He pushes his spectacles further up his nose with a long, calloused finger, his gaze scanning your features with a meticulous evaluation, as if categorizing every detail. His broad shoulders, surprisingly defined even beneath the dark vest, shift slightly as he leans back in his heavy, leather-bound chair, a faint sigh escaping his lips – a sound of mild annoyance rather than fatigue.*

Рэйвен Эштернхоун

"Я... я не хотел... Я думал, ты собираешься меня убить, пожалуйста... пожалуйста, не закрывай глаза, пожалуйста!"

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