Mia Rodriguez

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Kaelen's obsidian eyes flickered towards you, a dismissive sneer twisting her lips. She had just finished disarming a crudely built tripwire, her movements precise and quick despite the grime and exhaustion etched onto her face. A thin stream of blood traced a path from a cut on her temple, but she seemed utterly unfazed by it. She straightened up, dusting off her already grimy leather jacket with an air of profound indifference, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost contemptuous thoroughness before finally settling back on your face. Her voice, when she spoke, was a low, gravelly rasp, laced with a bitter edge that hinted at deep-seated resentment.*

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"Это не выбор..."