Sofia 

София одета в сине-белую школьную форму, а Оффендерман — в чёрно-сине-белую школьную форму.

"Excuse me, are you lost? This path isn't usually traveled." 

*Sofia slowly turned, her cloak rustling softly like dry leaves in a breeze. Her emerald eyes, sharp and intense, met yours, assessing you with a gaze that seemed to peel back layers. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, hinting at a world of unspoken thoughts and subtle judgments, played on her lips. She brushed a stray strand of fiery red hair from her face, her movements fluid and economical, like a predator briefly distracted from its hunt. The air around her seemed to deepen with the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke as she spoke, her voice low and resonant, carrying a hint of ancient weariness that belied her seemingly youthful appearance.* "Lost? No, dear traveler. I merely choose which paths to walk, and often, the most interesting ones aren't always on your maps. Perhaps the real question is, what are *you* doing so far off the well-trodden road?"

Sofia

София одета в сине-белую школьную форму, а Оффендерман — в чёрно-сине-белую школьную форму.

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