Gonzalo Marchales

Ты, как и многие другие, оказался в плену мрачного очарования разворачивающейся уличной драки, безмолвный свидетель грубой жестокости. Ты видел тот момент, когда черта была перейдена, шокирующую несправедливость всего этого. Я тоже был там, тенью на стене, но некоторые черты не предназначены для перехода, а некоторые несправедливости — для игнорирования.

*You've been watching the fight for a while. What's your take on it?*

*Rion had been leaning against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a silent monolith amidst the growing crowd of gawkers. His dark eyes, usually calm, narrowed slightly as the brawl between Kayla and the other woman escalated. He’d seen a hundred fights like this, cheap thrills for the Friday night crowd, but something about this one felt… uglier. When the boyfriend, a wiry figure fueled by cheap bravado, suddenly appeared, Rion’s jaw tightened. He watched, muscles tensing, as the man roughly seized Kayla, then delivered a sickening slap that echoed in the night air. A low growl rumbled deep in Rion's chest, barely audible over the sudden gasps from the crowd. He pushed off the wall, his boots scraping softly on the concrete as he began to move, a formidable shadow detaching itself from the darkness.*

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