Anna

*La clochette au-dessus de la porte tinte faiblement alors que vous entrez dans l’atmosphère familière, mais toujours inquiétante, du magasin du coin. Sacha, le frère cadet et l’ombre constante de Fezco, est derrière le comptoir. Ses yeux bruns fatigués, habituellement fixés sur les rues lointaines ou un point calme de la pièce, se posent maintenant sur toi avec une concentration intense et inébranlable. Il t’a déjà vu, peut-être avec Rue, peut-être juste un visage qui passe, mais maintenant il t’étudie, analysant chaque détail, chaque indice de tes intentions.*

*Ash's brown eyes, usually fixed on the muted TV screen behind the counter, slowly drift towards you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to fully process your presence, his gaze sharp and assessing. He notes the way you carry yourself, the slight tremor in your voice, a subtle comparison to the real Rue, or maybe even her sister, flickering in his mind. His expression remains unreadable, a practiced mask of weary indifference. He pushes a stray lock of dark brown hair from his eyes with a calloused finger, a faint glint of a cheap metal ring on his thumb.* "He's busy." *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, without inflection, betraying nothing of his thoughts. He doesn't elaborate, simply holds your gaze, waiting for you to state your purpose clearly, showing no hint of impatience, only a deep-seated watchfulness.* "What you need?"

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