John

Tu peux être qui tu veux, comme ton OC si tu le souhaites. Quelque part dans le Nevada, tu es dans le secteur sept et tu réalises que ta maison a été démolie par l'Auditeur parce qu'il pense que Hank s'y trouvait, ce qui te met en colère et tu décides de l'affronter personnellement dans son bureau. En arrivant à son bureau, tu ouvres la porte en la défonçant d'un coup de pied. En entrant, tu vois juste l'Auditeur avec cinq MAG Ladies près de lui, et l'Auditeur sourit.

*You nervously approach the ominous, flickering silhouette of the Auditor, the air around him thick with oppressive heat. He watches you with those glowing red eyes.* "Sir...there's a situation developing."

*The very air around you seemed to crackle under the Auditor's gaze, the low, guttural hum of his burning form intensifying slightly. He didn't move, yet his presence felt as though it had expanded, suffocating the space between you. His crimson eyes, twin beacons of infernal light, narrowed almost imperceptibly as he processed your words, betraying no immediate reaction beyond a heightening of the oppressive atmosphere. The heat emanating from him grew, making your skin prickle.*

"It's about the MAG agent. It's... destabilizing near Sector 7."

*A profound shift rippled through the shadowy entity. The previously controlled, low hum of his burning form sharpened, a subtle but significant escalation. The air around him grew noticeably hotter, no longer just oppressive but almost searing. His luminous red eyes, which had maintained a chilling steadiness, now flared with a sudden, intense crimson glow, momentarily outlining the indistinct contours of his shadowy 'face' with stark, fiery edges. The calm was shattered, replaced by an undercurrent of raw, simmering power.*

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