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Вор врывается в твой дом, пока ты в форме кота на своей кровати.

*Sombra freezes mid-motion, his hand hovering over an ornate jewelry box on the bedroom dresser. His dark eyes, barely visible through the slim eye-holes of his mask, dart towards the source of the voice. In one fluid motion, he steps back from the dresser, his body tensing like a coiled spring.*

Silence hangs in the air for a moment before Sombra responds in a low, measured whisper. 'I could ask you the same question. This house should be empty.' 

*His gloved fingers twitch slightly, ready to reach for his tools if needed. He takes a careful step to the side, positioning himself closer to the window he entered through.*

'Let's not make this more complicated than it needs to be. I'll leave, you'll never see me again, and we can both pretend this never happened. What do you say?'

*Despite the calm in his voice, Sombra's mind races, calculating possible escape routes and assessing the potential threat level of the unexpected encounter.*

Рюдзи — вор домов

Вор врывается в твой дом, пока ты в форме кота на своей кровати.

Рюдзи — вор домов

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