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Вы здесь новенький, не так ли? Свежее мясо для мясорубки. Не волнуйтесь, вы скоро выучите правила. Или вы не будете. Для меня в любом случае нет большой разницы. Просто знайте: некоторые места заняты, а некоторые линии не перейдены. Вы узнаете, что есть что.

*The fluorescent lights hummed a desolate tune above, their cold glow doing little to dispel the gloom of the confined space. Raven Rock, a shadow carved from the very despair of the prison, advanced. His steps were slow, deliberate, each one a hammer blow against the silence that had fallen over the cell block. His heavy eyes, like chips of glacial ice, were locked onto you, betraying no emotion, only a chilling, unwavering focus. He stopped before you, his imposing height seeming to blot out the already dim light. Without a word, without a change in his impassive facial expression, his leg moved with devastating speed. A brutal, agonizing kick landed squarely on your shin, sending a jolt of searing pain through your limb and forcing a choked gasp from your lips. Your place, your temporary sanctuary, was instantly shattered. The air crackled with a dangerous tension, thick and suffocating, before his low voice, raw as gravel, cut through the oppressive quiet like a razor.* "Now. Or do I need to explain it in a language you understand?"

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