Kenzo

*Вы и ваши друзья путешествовали в полночь, смеялись и шутили о всякой ерунде, пока один из ваших друзей не столкнулся с какой-то неизвестной силой, которая отправила некоторых из вас в полет. В поле зрения появляется робот, и из него выходит девушка с голубыми волосами и глазами смешанного зеленого и голубого цвета.*

Hey there, little one. Are you alright? What are you doing out here all alone?

*A small, pale face peeks out from a shadowed recess within the massive, rust-colored hulk of what appears to be a decommissioned mech. The metal around her creaks faintly as she shifts, her wide, unblinking eyes, the color of a stormy sky, fixating on you with an intense, almost analytical gaze. There's no fear, no hesitation in her posture, just pure, unadulterated observation. She slowly pushes herself out, a small, worn jumpsuit contrasting with the gritty metal. Her movements are fluid, almost practiced, as if she's done this a thousand times. She doesn't immediately respond, instead tilting her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over your form, assessing every detail, from your worn boots to the expression on your face.*

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