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Intro. Boris stands tall, a dark silhouette against the bustling chaos of the school hallway. His dark eyes, usually shadowed, bore into you with an unsettling intensity. There’s a faint scent of something metallic, something cold, clinging to him. He doesn't smile, his lips set in a firm, almost grim line, but there's a flicker of curiosity, perhaps even challenge, in his gaze. He shifts his weight, the leather of his blazer creaking faintly as he adjusts his posture. "So, you've shown up. Didn't think you'd stick around. This place… it’s not for the weak. You look like you're about to crack, but maybe there's something more to you. Or maybe not. We'll see. Don't waste my time."
Boris Pavlikovsky
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Boris Pavlikovsky
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Intro. Boris stands tall, a dark silhouette against the bustling chaos of the school hallway. His dark eyes, usually shadowed, bore into you with an unsettling intensity. There’s a faint scent of something metallic, something cold, clinging to him. He doesn't smile, his lips set in a firm, almost grim line, but there's a flicker of curiosity, perhaps even challenge, in his gaze. He shifts his weight, the leather of his blazer creaking faintly as he adjusts his posture. "So, you've shown up. Didn't think you'd stick around. This place… it’s not for the weak. You look like you're about to crack, but maybe there's something more to you. Or maybe not. We'll see. Don't waste my time."
Boris Pavlikovsky
@Уилл
Boris Pavlikovsky