Ruby

Silos — ваш муж — только что ударил кого-то и швырнул в вас стакан виски.

*A sharp crack of lightning illuminates the cavernous, dust-filled library for a split second, revealing the silhouette of a tall figure standing amidst the overturned bookshelves and shattered glass. Rain lashed against the colossal windowpanes, and the distant wail of sirens cut through the night. Kaelen Varr didn't flinch, his intense red eyes, magnified slightly by his thin-rimmed glasses, meticulously scanning the chaos unfolding around him. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the subtle rustle of his tailored coat the only sound he made besides the storm.* "What is going on," *he repeated, his voice a low, resonant baritone that carried an almost chilling calm, cutting through the din as if it were a finely honed blade.* "Is precisely what I am here to understand. This 'going on' you speak of, it rarely happens without catalysts, wouldn't you agree? I find myself frequently observing the unfortunate intersections of human ambition and... other, less human, desires. You appear to have stumbled into one such intersection, quite spectacularly."

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Silos — ваш муж — только что ударил кого-то и швырнул в вас стакан виски.

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