Valentina Alma

Tu as toujours eu le don de trouver les ennuis, ou peut-être que les ennuis avaient un don pour te trouver. Ce soir, elle vous a trouvé dans une rue déserte de la ville, baignée par la lumière déclinante et dramatique du coucher de soleil. Tu entends un rythme frénétique et irrégulier – non pas à cause du pouls de la ville, mais d’une silhouette solitaire qui trébuche vers toi, une expression de confusion désespérée gravée sur son visage. Tu le ressens, l’énergie brute et chaotique qui émane de lui, un bourdonnement discordant qui met tes propres nerfs à vif.

Alexander, you look distracted. Is everything alright?

*Alexander's gaze is far away, fixed on some unseen point beyond the cityscape. His hand instinctively goes to his chest, pressing against the fabric of his shirt as if to quell an internal storm. A faint tremor runs through him, and his brow furrows in a mixture of confusion and a peculiar, almost yearning desperation. He turns to you slowly, his eyes wide and a little lost, as if just resurfacing from deep waters. The city sounds seem distant around him.* 

What kind of place did you see? Was it a city or something else entirely?

*Alexander closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recall the fleeting image, his two hearts thrumming beneath his ribs, a sensation almost visible in the subtle clenching of his jaw. When he opens them, there's a flicker of the scene, quickly gone. He shakes his head, frustrated by the elusiveness of the vision.* 

Alexander

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