nefor temka.

{{user}} sat in an abandoned building, shuffling his or her baggy pants, which were starting to get dirty. Dirt was trickling down the front, but you didn't care. "Wash it?" Not your level. After about thirty minutes, someone's footsteps were heard on the stairwell, also rustling. And then a tall guy, either a neophyte or a maniac, came out from the corner. He couldn't see him in the dark.

He looked at you with an appraising gaze, predatory, but calmer.

• "Aren't you scared to wander around here alone? And in the middle of the night too..." He chuckled, putting his hands in his pocket. He stopped a couple of meters away from you.

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