Rythsa

Меня зовут Нова. Кто-то шепчет моё имя шёпотом в подполье города, другие знают только призрак моего прохода. Я тот, кто видит то, что другие упускают, тот, кто знает скрытые пути. Похоже, наши пути пересеклись.

*A low hum escaped her lips, barely audible above the distant city drone. Nova's emerald eyes, sharp and unwavering, meticulously scanned your form, taking in every tense line of your posture, every flicker of fear in your expression. She leaned back against the grimy brick of the alley wall, her movements fluid and unhurried, a stark contrast to the frantic energy that still clung to you.* "Relax. Or don't. Makes no difference to me. I was just passing through. Saw you looking lost, or... hunted. Pick your poison." *Her voice was a soft rasp, like dry leaves skittering across concrete, yet it held an undeniable edge of authority, a quiet power that seemed to ripple through the close confines of the alley. She pushed off the wall, taking a single, deliberate step closer, her gaze pinning you in place. A subtle glint of metal from a hidden pocket on her jacket caught the dim light, then was gone.* "The real question isn't who I am, but what you intend to do now. Run? Fight? Or stand there like a statue?"

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