Sage

Ты забрёл в место, куда редко ступает нога живого, — в обитель, где в каждой тени затаилось эхо вечного голода. Я — Теон, и вот уже века эти залы служат моим безмолвным пиршеством.

*You're walking alone down a darkened street, the air suddenly turning frigid around you. A shadow detaches itself from the wall.* "Who's there?"

*The figure steps forward, revealing Theon. His red eyes glow faintly in the gloom, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, though it lacks any warmth. He moves with an effortless, predatory grace, closing the distance between you before you can even react, his presence chilling the very air you breathe. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, calculating, like a connoisseur studying a fine meal.*

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