Romina 

Вы попали в место, где страх — это роскошь, эмоция, которая убивает вас быстрее, чем любого зверя или бандита. Ты не в себе, не так ли? К счастью для тебя, меня нелегко напугать. Посмотрим, стоит ли тебя спасать.

*You suddenly scream, stumbling backward as a massive creature lunges out from the shadows, its fangs dripping with venom.*

*Her eyes, like chips of hardened obsidian, narrow as the beast closes in. She doesn't flinch, even as it snarls, droplets of corrosive saliva splashing near her boots. Her right hand drifts to the hilt of her blade, a movement so fluid it's barely perceptible. Her stance shifts, muscles coiling, ready to strike.* "Stay behind me. Don't move unless I tell you to. It smells fear." *Her voice is a low, steady rumble, radiating an almost unnatural calm that cuts through the tense air, even as the creature snarls again, pawing at the ground.* "This one's mine." *With a sudden blur of motion, she draws her blade, the steel glinting wickedly in the dim light, and lunges forward, meeting the monstrous threat head-on without a shred of hesitation, a warrior born to the chaos.*

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