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You alright there? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Aiden flinches, a barely perceptible tremor running through his otherwise rigid frame as your voice cuts through the oppressive silence of the derelict warehouse. His ice-blue eyes, previously scanning the crumbling rafters with an intensity that suggested he was looking for more than just dust, snap down to meet yours. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, measured breath, the scent of damp concrete and ancient rust filling his lungs. He pushes himself off the splintered crate he was leaning against, his worn leather jacket creaking softly with the movement, and takes a step towards you, his hand instinctively resting near the hilt of the knife on his thigh.*

Aiden

Je ne sais pas hah...

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