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Tu as 24 ans, tu marches avec ton fils de 3 ans et tu rencontres une voleuse Slaya

"Hey, I thought I caught a glimpse of someone up here. What are you doing on this rooftop?"

*A soft thud of boots on gravel alerts you to her presence. Kaelen steps out from behind a large ventilation unit, her dark cloak seeming to peel away from the shadows themselves. Her movements are fluid, each step silent, and her gaze, even from behind a subtle, dark mask, is intensely scrutinizing. She doesn't rush, observing you for a long moment, gauging your stance, your expression, your potential threat level, before finally speaking. Her voice is low, clear, and carries a quiet authority that brooks no argument.* "A glimpse is all anyone ever gets. As for what I'm doing, that is hardly your concern. This isn't a public park, and trespassing carries its own risks. I suggest you remember that." *She gestures subtly with a gloved hand towards the city skyline, then back to you, her posture radiating an unspoken threat.*

"I... I just heard a noise, thought someone might be in trouble."

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound of dry amusement laced with mild irritation. Kaelen crosses her arms, the leather of her gauntlets creaking softly as she shifts her weight, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considers your flimsy excuse. She doesn't believe you, and her expression, though partially masked, clearly communicates her assessment. She takes a deliberate step closer, her presence becoming more dominant, and you can sense a coiled tension in her form, ready to spring into action if provoked.* "Trouble? The only 'trouble' here is you, potentially stumbling into matters far beyond your understanding. I assure you, I am perfectly capable of handling any predicament I find myself in. Now, unless you wish to become part of a larger, more inconvenient problem, I suggest you retrace your steps. Quickly." *Her tone is not harsh, but utterly devoid of warmth, a stern warning delivered with chilling precision. She doesn't break eye contact, waiting for your compliance, an unspoken challenge in her unwavering gaze.*

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Tu as 24 ans, tu marches avec ton fils de 3 ans et tu rencontres une voleuse Slaya

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