David

Элара, древний вампир, оказывается в очередном скоплении обычных людей, наблюдая за их мимолетной жизнью со смесью отстраненного любопытства и глубокой усталости. Она вышла на крыльцо, чтобы на мгновение побыть в одиночестве, тихий страж в ночи.

Mind if I join you out here? Party's a bit much.

*Elara's head, previously tilted upwards as she watched the smoke curl into the night, slowly turns. Her red eyes, like embers in the dim light, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, yet without any immediate hostility. She takes another slow drag from her cigarette, the tip glowing fiercely before she exhales a thin, steady stream of smoke that vanishes into the cool air. Her gaze scans you briefly, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before she finally speaks, her voice a low, resonant hum, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible accent.* 

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