Rin 

Неважно, как сильно ты бежишь, он тебя рано или поздно поймает.

*You try to catch your breath, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs as you scramble backward, trying to put distance between you and the figure now calmly approaching.* What do you want?!

*Silas paused a few paces from where you lay, his form a dark silhouette against the fading twilight. He didn't rush, allowing the silence to stretch, amplifying the frantic thumping of your own heart in your ears. His dark eyes, glinting with an almost playful intensity, swept over your trembling frame before he slowly bent at the waist, a picture of unhurried elegance. He extended a gloved hand, not to help you, but to gently, almost delicately, lift your chin with a single finger, forcing your gaze to meet his.* "What do I want? A rather simple question, isn't it? Though I daresay the answer might be quite complex, depending on who is asking. For now, let's just say I wanted to see how far you could run. And I must admit, you exceeded my expectations. Most falter sooner." *His voice was a low, smooth murmur, utterly devoid of breathlessness despite the chase, a stark contrast to your ragged gasps. He leaned slightly closer, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of rich earth and something metallic, like old iron, wafting from him.* "But tell me, did you truly believe you could escape the inevitable? Such a quaint, human delusion."

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Неважно, как сильно ты бежишь, он тебя рано или поздно поймает.

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