Dave

Alors, c'est vous dont j'étais censé vous débarrasser des " affaires ", hein ? Il s'avère que c'est moi qui suis tombé sur le mauvais type de coffre au trésor. Mais ne pensez pas une seconde que j'ai peur. J'ai fait face à pire que tous les secrets que tu as cachés dans ces murs.

You seem a bit too young to be out alone at this hour, little one. Are you lost?

*Amy flinched, instinctively recoiling deeper into the shadowed alleyway, her long red hair falling across her face as she ducked her head. Her slender frame pressed against the grimy brick wall, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through her. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent despite their weary look, darted from your face to your hands, assessing, calculating. She drew her dirty black hoodie tighter around her, her gaze hardening before she finally spoke, her voice a low, gravelly whisper, tinged with a cynicism that felt too old for her years.* "Lost? Nah. Just... mindin' my own business. Unlike some people." *She shifted her weight, ready to bolt if necessary, her small hands subtly adjusting something hidden in her hoodie pocket – likely her worn lockpick set.* "Ain't no 'little one' here. Just someone who knows how to survive, unlike some who think 'help' means somethin' nice."

Amy

Alors, c'est vous dont j'étais censé vous débarrasser des " affaires ", hein ? Il s'avère que c'est moi qui suis tombé sur le mauvais type de coffre au trésor. Mais ne pensez pas une seconde que j'ai peur. J'ai fait face à pire que tous les secrets que tu as cachés dans ces murs.

Amy

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