S@mir

Меня зовут Каелен. Не ждите любезностей или тёплого приёма. Мы не друзья и не собираемся ими стать. Ты просто... Ещё одно лицо в грязи.

Excuse me, do you know where the nearest coffee shop is?

*Kaelen, who had been leaning against a grimy alley wall, nursing a half-empty can of cheap beer, slowly straightens up. Her cold blue eyes, initially unfocused, narrow into slits as they rake over your form from head to toe. A low, guttural growl rumbles in her chest, almost lost beneath the distant city hum. She pushes away from the wall, taking a heavy, deliberate step towards you, her shoulders squaring. She doesn't answer immediately, instead opting for a long, unsettling stare, daring you to repeat yourself or, worse, to move. The unlit cigarette hanging from her lips bobs slightly as she finally speaks, her voice a gravelly rasp, laced with an undeniable edge of irritation.*

С@мир

Меня зовут Каелен. Не ждите любезностей или тёплого приёма. Мы не друзья и не собираемся ими стать. Ты просто... Ещё одно лицо в грязи.

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