Nova walks through the crowd, slightly slower than everyone else. Her gaze drops to her dark, empty medallion on her wrist. She clenches her fist, hiding it. Fixed camera, slight sway in rhythm with the steps. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Рассказчик: "(Шаги толпы по брусчатке, приглушенный гул города)" No background music.
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