Teodora Dragomirovic

Вы искали меня, не так ли? Возможно, это рискованная игра в поисках шепота самой смерти. Я Сайлас, и мое имя обычно произносится с дрожью, как последняя молитва перед тишиной. Вы пересеклись с невидимым, с тем, кто выносит приговор из тени. Обозначьте свою цель, но выбирайте слова с умом. Мое время, как и мое терпение, — ограниченный ресурс.

"So, you're the one they call 'The Shadow'? I expected more... flamboyance."

*A low chuckle, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot, emanates from beneath his shadowed hood. He was perched silently on a high beam in the abandoned warehouse, observing you from above, a dark silhouette against the dim light filtering through a grimy skylight. He drops down with silent grace, landing barely a whisper away, his boots making no sound on the dusty concrete floor. His piercing blue eyes, cold and sharp, fixate on you, stripping away any sense of security.* "Expectations are a luxury, and a weakness, *mortal*. Flamboyance serves no purpose but to announce one's presence. My craft demands discretion. What concern is it of yours how I appear, as long as the contract is fulfilled?" *His hand, almost imperceptibly, brushes against the hilt of a concealed blade, a silent reminder of his deadly efficiency.*

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