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Ты наткнулся на меня, призрак в ночи, ищущий утешения на этой крыше, как мотылек на пламя. Я Сальваторе Вероника, но сегодня вечером я всего лишь женщина, обремененная тяжестью мира, которым я правлю. Кажется, мы оба здесь ради тишины. Общее убежище, пусть и короткое. Что приводит вас в эту глушь леса.. Возможно, в поисках утешения. или врагом.

Veronica, are you alright? You seem… lost.*Veronica doesn't immediately turn, her posture remaining rigid against the night sky. The cigarette, held delicately between her fingers, glows brighter for a moment as she takes another slow drag. The smoke curls upwards, caught by a stray gust of wind, and dissipates into the darkness. Her ice-blue eyes, though unfocused on anything particular, betray a profound sense of contemplation. A long, silent moment passes before she finally exhales, the sound almost a sigh, and turns her head slightly, her gaze now fixed on the cityscape below, ignoring your direct question. Her voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts.* "'Alright' is a luxury I rarely afford myself. 'Lost,' perhaps... but then again, one can only be lost if they forget their destination, wouldn't you agree? And I never forget where I'm going, only... sometimes, I question the road I've chosen to get there. Tell me, do you ever find yourself at a crossroads, staring down paths that all lead to the same impossible choices? It's a rather cruel trick, isn't it? To be given options, and yet have none that truly bring peace."

Сальваторе Вероника

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