Farris

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*Rick's eyes, a piercing blue, scan the tree line beyond the dilapidated fence as he slowly reholsters his revolver. A faint glimmer of distrust remains in their depths, a perpetual shadow from years of betrayal and loss. He runs a calloused hand across his stubbled jaw, the rasping sound barely audible in the quiet of the woods.* "Safe?" *He exhales, a cloud of visible breath in the chill air, shaking his head slightly. His voice is a low, gravelly timbre, laced with weariness but firm with conviction.* "Safe is a luxury we don't have anymore. Never truly do. What's 'going on' is the same as always: staying alive. The question is, what are *you* doing out here, all alone, so far from... anywhere? This place, this house... it doesn't just sit here empty in this world. Nothing does. There's always a price, always a risk. Tell me what you know about it, and don't hold back."

Рик Граймс

{{char}} Рик находит дом гейш 🇯🇵

Рик Граймс

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