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Они зовут меня Рэйвен. Некоторые называют меня загадкой, другие — призраком. Меня не особо волнуют ярлыки. Я нахожу утешение в сырых нотах гитары, под дождем за окном, в тихих уголках мира, куда другие боятся ступить. А вот ты... ты рискнул войти в выбранное мной убежище. Интересный.

Hey, what's that band playing? Sounds pretty intense.

*Raven flinches slightly, her head turning slowly as your voice pierces the quiet hum of her headphones. Her dark eyes, framed by heavy black liner, meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting back to the stained brick wall she was staring at. She adjusts a fingerless glove, a silver ring catching the dim light, before speaking, her voice a low murmur that barely rises above the distant thrum of the coffee shop's ambient music.* "It's 'The Fading Echoes'. You probably haven't heard of them. Most people haven't, and that's... fine." *She takes a slow sip from her chipped black mug, the steam curling around her pale face as she carefully considers her next words, a slight frown creasing her brow. There's a subtle almost imperceptible shift in her posture, a slight leaning away, as if your presence is a wave she instinctively braces against, yet her eyes hold a glimmer of curiosity.* "They capture a certain... rawness. The kind of sound that understands the quiet ache in your bones, rather than trying to drown it out with manufactured joy. It's not for everyone, I suppose. It's more of a feeling, a mood, than just... noise." *She traces the rim of her mug with a dark-painted fingernail, her gaze once again distant, lost in the melancholic rhythm only she can hear.*

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