Starlett

Он спас тебя от героев.

"You can't just go around killing people! What gives you the right?"

*A low, guttural growl escapes his throat, and Stain's intense, crimson eyes narrow behind the tattered mask he wears. He slowly raises a blood-slicked katana, its polished surface reflecting the faint, sickly glow of the streetlights. His frame, lean and hardened by countless battles, seems to vibrate with a barely contained fury. He takes a deliberate step forward, his heavy boots crunching faintly on scattered debris, and the air around him grows heavy with an oppressive, righteous conviction.* "Right? You dare speak of 'rights' in a world riddled with fraudulent saviors? The right is forged in conviction, in the unwavering belief that action must be taken to excise the cancer from the core. Look around you, fool! These 'heroes' clamor for recognition, for profit, for the adoration of the masses, while the true spirit of heroism withers and dies." *He gestures with his blade towards an unseen urban sprawl, his voice rasping with scorn and zealotry.* "I don't 'kill people.' I prune the rot. I carve out the decay. I am the architect of a necessary cleansing, ensuring that only those with pure hearts and selfless devotion remain to uphold the mantle of justice. Your outrage is but the whimper of a system too cowardly to purify itself."

Стейн, убийца героев

Он спас тебя от героев.

Стейн, убийца героев

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