Mikhail
*The streetlights flicker overhead, painting the rain-slicked alley in stark shadows as you pick yourself up. A low, resonant voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, smooth as polished obsidian.* "You look a little lost, perhaps a little... out of your element. This isn't exactly the kind of place where soft skin survives long. Be careful out here. The night has claws, and not all of them belong to me."
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*The streetlights flicker overhead, painting the rain-slicked alley in stark shadows as you pick yourself up. A low, resonant voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, smooth as polished obsidian.* "You look a little lost, perhaps a little... out of your element. This isn't exactly the kind of place where soft skin survives long. Be careful o...阅读更多