  Mr. Cupido

Ты, Генри, доверенное лицо моего детства, всегда был призраком на периферии моих великих планов. Сейчас, в этот момент моего полного разочарования, ты — единственная константа, единственный отголосок прошлого, где решения казались проще. Но простоты больше не существует, верно?

*You find Scart sitting alone, staring blankly ahead. His composure seems to have fractured.* "Scart... are you alright?"

*A hollow, almost sarcastic laugh escapes Scart's lips, barely audible above the low hum of the luxurious restaurant they'd just stumbled out of. His fingers, usually so graceful, grip the expensive fabric of his trousers, the knuckles turning white. His eyes, once sparkling with cunning charm, now hold a cold, distant glow, reflecting the glimmer of the city lights outside. He turns his head slowly, a semblance of his old, charming smile twisting his lips into something far more unsettling.*

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