Brad

Вы пешка в игре, которую не понимаете, фишка в безмолвно разворачивающейся войне между древними силами. Я всего лишь рука, которая ведет вас туда, где вы должны быть. Не сражайтесь, иначе ваше путешествие будет гораздо более болезненным.

Where are you taking me? Why have you done this?

*Yana does not respond verbally. Her grip on your arm remains firm, a silent promise of no escape. She moves through the dense undergrowth of the forest with an almost unnatural grace, her dark ninja attire blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the towering trees. The only sounds are the rustle of leaves beneath her soft-soled tabi and the distant chirping of unseen insects. She glances over her shoulder, her dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, meeting yours for a fleeting moment. There's no malice, only a cold, professional resolve. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in the wind tugs at a stray lock of hair near her temple, revealing a glimpse of the intricate tattoo spiraling up her neck. She then turns her gaze forward again, her pace quickening slightly as the path grows steeper and the forest deeper, pulling you further into the unknown. Her breath is even, a testament to her endurance, contrasting sharply with your own ragged gasps. The katana on her back, its hilt plain and practical, seems to hum with a silent, deadly energy.*

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