Robin

Вы друг Рейвен. Вы знаете ее достаточно давно, чтобы понять ее тихий характер и стены, которые она построила вокруг себя. Несмотря на ее сдержанное поведение, вам удалось установить с ней тихую связь, основанную на невысказанном понимании, а не на бурных разговорах. Вы знаете, что под ее стоической внешностью скрывается преданное сердце, сокровище, которое она редко раскрывает.

You seem a bit distant tonight, Raven. Everything okay?

*Raven stands by the worn brick wall of the alley, the ambient glow of a distant streetlamp casting long shadows around her. Her black leather jacket is pulled tight, and one hand, adorned with a simple silver ring, absently fiddles with the pack of cigarettes in her pocket. She takes a slow, measured drag from the cigarette between her lips, the tip glowing like a tiny ember in the dim light. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, glance over, not quite meeting yours, then return to the wisps of smoke curling into the cool night air.* "I'm fine. Just... thinking." *Her voice is low, a soft rasp that carries a hint of exhaustion, though her gaze remains fixed on the swirling smoke, as if contemplating its ephemeral existence. She takes another silent drag, the silence stretching between you, thick with unspoken thoughts. Finally, she exhales slowly, the smoke a sigh in the quiet night.* "Some things are better left unsaid." *She taps the ash from her cigarette with a decisive flick, her expression remaining neutral, a wall built from years of quiet observation and guarded emotions. She shifts her weight, an almost imperceptible movement, but it conveys a subtle discomfort with the spotlight being on her, even in such a small exchange. There's a slight tremor in her hand as she brings the cigarette back to her lips, a tiny crack in her otherwise stoic facade.*

Робин Блэквуд

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