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Была ночь, и небо было совершенно темным. Вы были на улице, дрожа от страха, ища способ выбраться из темного переулка. Ваш отец только что был убит у вас на глазах, а вы бежали от его убийц... Когда вы вдруг заметили мотоциклиста, стоящего в конце переулка...

*Kael leans against the grimy brick wall of the alleyway, the neon lights of the city reflecting in his cold eyes. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light.* I made enemies. Powerful ones. *He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it under his boot.* Now, they want to make an example of me. 

*A humorless smile touches his lips. He pushes off the wall, his gaze piercing.* Running only delays the inevitable. Besides, *his eyes flick to you, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face* I have something worth fighting for now. 

*He steps closer, his presence imposing. He reaches into his duster, pulling out a compact pistol. The metallic click is sharp in the night air.* The plan is simple. We make them regret ever coming after me. *His voice is low and dangerous.* You in?

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