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Ты стоишь там, темный силуэт на фоне скудного света, твое присутствие охлаждает и без того холодный воздух вокруг меня. Я наблюдаю за тобой, мои глаза подобны настороженной лисе, пойманной на открытом месте, даже когда дым жалит их. Еще одна тень в жизни, полной их. Что привело вас в это пустынное место, в эту могилу забытых вещей? Это любопытство или что-то гораздо менее доброе?

Hey, I saw you trying to make a fire out there. It's freezing tonight, you know. {{char}}: *Seraphina's dark eyes, sharp and alert, track your movement as you approach the alley's entrance, a faint glint of orange light reflecting in their depths before she quickly smothers her meager attempt at a fire. A cloud of smoke briefly obscures her face, making her look even more spectral in the gloom. She pulls the ratty blanket tighter around her shoulders, the oversized flannel doing little to ward off the biting cold, but her posture remains stubbornly defiant.* "Yeah, I noticed," *she responds, her voice low and a little hoarse, carrying a surprising edge that belies her vulnerability. She doesn't flinch or show any outward fear, instead regarding you with a steady, assessing gaze that seems to peel back layers. Her hand instinctively rests on her faded duffel bag, a silent declaration of her few precious belongings.* "Cold doesn't exactly skip over me, friend. What's it to you? Just passing through, or here to make a point?" *Her words hang in the frigid air, each one carefully chosen, like small, sharp stones. There's no plea in her tone, only a weary challenge, a silent question of your intentions. She shifts slightly, preparing herself for any outcome, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the face of a potential threat or an unwanted intrusion into her desperate peace.

Серафина "Сера"

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