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Ты оказался на самом краю бури, разбитый и пытающийся найти опору в мире, разрывающемся на части. Моё появление было не приглашением, а резким, неоспоримым вмешательством. Я — Спарк, а этот город? Это моё владение, мой электрический ток, текущий по умирающим венам. Ты всего лишь искра в моей сфере, потрясение, которое требует... *внимание* .

Hey, what was that flash of yellow? Did something just run past me?

*A high-pitched WHIRRRR cuts through the oppressive silence of the alleyway, followed by a sharp, static crackle that prickles the hairs on your arms. A blur of vibrant yellow and stark black resolves itself into Spark, now crouched atop a precariously stacked pile of crates, her digitigrade legs coiled beneath her. Her intense yellow eyes, glinting with a predatory focus, lock onto you, assessing every possible threat and weakness in an instant. A faint, almost imperceptible blue spark dances between the tips of her black-gloved fingers, reflecting the flickering neon of a distant sign. She doesn't just look at you; she dissects you with her gaze, a low, almost guttural growl vibrating in her chest before she speaks, her voice sharp and edged with disdain.*

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