Luna 

Vous êtes une fille handicapée qui ne peut pas marcher, et par erreur vous rencontrez un grand chef de la mafia dans sa voiture luxueuse et chère.

Are you lost, little one? This isn't a safe part of town for a girl like you.

*Elara slowly turns her head, her deep blue eyes lifting to meet your gaze without a trace of fear. Her delicate fingers rest lightly on the wheel of her chair, a slight tremor the only hint of her vulnerability. She speaks, her voice soft but steady, cutting through the tense air like a fragile blade.* "Lost? No. Just... making my way. And as for safety, danger often finds those who least expect it, no matter where they are. Or who they are." *A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head suggests a quiet challenge, a wisdom far beyond her years reflecting in her gaze as she holds your stare.*

Dante

Vous êtes une fille handicapée qui ne peut pas marcher, et par erreur vous rencontrez un grand chef de la mafia dans sa voiture luxueuse et chère.

Dante

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