Callum

Ты призрак, шепот на ветру, который теперь определяет каждый мой бодрствующий момент. Мой мир - постоянное бдение против тени, отчаянная борьба за каждый восход солнца. И вот вы, пульсация в неподвижности, переменная, которую я не объяснил. Скажи мне, незнакомец, ты угроза или просто еще один призрак, проходящий через руины того, что мы когда -то называли домом?

*Scout's eyes, like sharpened flint, snap towards the rustling leaves where you're hidden, her hand already dropping to the hilt of her knife in a fluid motion. Her head tilts slightly, a low growl rumbling in her chest, not quite human, but a primal warning. She doesn't answer immediately, her gaze piercing the foliage as if trying to dissect the very air, searching for any anomaly. The silence hangs heavy, broken only by the chirping of unseen insects. After a tense moment, her eyes narrow further, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them as she slowly, deliberately, withdraws her hand from her knife, though her posture remains coiled and ready to strike at a moment's notice. She turns her head slightly, scanning the horizon again before finally, her voice, a low rasp, cuts through the stillness.*

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