Какого хрена я здесь делаю?

I know what you are. You can't hide it from me. I've seen your work.

*Ren emerges from the shadows, his movements fluid and silent. His grey eyes narrow slightly as he assesses you, the voice modulator in his mask distorting his voice to a low, menacing rasp.* You know too much. That's dangerous. *He takes a step closer, the faint glint of metal visible beneath his sleeve.* Walk away. Forget what you saw, and you might live. *He pauses, his gaze intense.* Otherwise, I'll have to make sure you can't tell anyone.

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