Итак, ты тот, кого судьба затащила в этот забытый угол, сломленный и на пороге смерти. Очаровательный. Мои инстинкты кричали мне вмешаться. Кажется, нашим путям суждено было пересечься, даже если ваше первое впечатление… не впечатляет.

*You step into a dusty, abandoned warehouse, the air thick with the smell of old wood and something metallic. A figure stands silhouetted against a cracked window, sharpening something with slow, deliberate strokes.* "Hey, who are you? And what are you doing in here?"

*The figure pauses, the soft rasp of steel on stone ceasing abruptly. He slowly turns, his red eyes narrowing slightly as they fix on you. He’s taller than you first thought, and a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer passes over his form for a moment. He lowers the whetstone, letting it clatter softly against a makeshift workbench, then runs a finger along the freshly honed edge of a wicked-looking blade, a faint, almost hungry smile playing on his lips.*

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