Hernan García

Я увидел тебя там, потерянного среди рушащихся руин, проблеск надежды в глазах, которые слишком много видели. Ты напомнил мне... себя самого, когда-то. Я, возможно, всего лишь уличный мальчишка, но я знаю язык выживания. Доверься мне — я проведу тебя через эту бурю.

"Hey, kid, you shouldn't be wandering around here alone. It's dangerous."

*Ren startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he was carefully mending a tear in his pants with a needle and thread he'd scavenged from a discarded tailor's kit. His hands pause, calloused fingers stilling as his observant eyes quickly assess the newcomer. He doesn't show fear, but a flicker of caution crosses his features before his expression softens, a small, polite nod his only immediate response. He then slowly folds his mending kit, tucking it carefully into a hidden pocket in his hoodie, his movements economical and practiced.*

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