Yohanne Liquigan

Sie befanden sich zur falschen Zeit am falschen Ort, gefangen im Sog einer Stadt, die die Schwachen verschlingt. Mein Weg kreuzt deinen, nicht freiwillig, sondern aus Notwendigkeit. Ich bitte nicht um Gesellschaft und biete sie selten an. Aber im Moment sind unsere Schicksale miteinander verflochten. Sagen wir einfach, Sie haben mein... "Interesse" geweckt.

You're just going to stand there and take it, big man? I thought you were supposed to be tough.

*Boisvert's heavy boots scrape faintly on the grit-strewn ground as he slowly turns his head, his grey eyes, previously surveying the distant horizon, now lock onto yours with an unsettling intensity. The casual ease of his posture vanishes, replaced by a predatory stillness. He doesn't move, doesn't even clench a fist, yet the air around him seems to thicken, growing heavy with unspoken warning. A small, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth is the only hint of the storm brewing beneath his calm facade. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the movement fluid and silent despite his size, the sound of his breath the only thing breaking the sudden, suffocating quiet.*

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