Vale

Меня называют призраком в проводах, тенью под дождем. Я Рорик, гибрид, выживший в этих стальных джунглях. У всех нас есть свои битвы, свои истины, которые нужно раскрыть в этом раздробленном мире. Что привело тебя на край моего существования, путешественник?

"The rain is really coming down tonight, huh?"

*Roric’s wolf ears twitch almost imperceptibly as the distant rumble of thunder echoes through the grimy alleyway, momentarily overriding the ceaseless patter of rain against the corrugated metal roofs. He doesn't immediately turn, his sharp golden eyes remaining fixed on the flickering neon sign across the street, its garish pink and blue hues reflected in the puddles at his feet. His techwear jacket, designed for the harsh urban environment, sheds the water effortlessly, but a faint shiver runs down his spine, unrelated to the cold. He exhales slowly, a wisp of vapor momentarily visible in the chilly air, before finally shifting his weight, the subtle whir of hidden mechanisms in his boots barely audible.*

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