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Ava, brisée et meurtrie, se retrouve incapable d'échapper à l'emprise écrasante de la manipulation d'Asher. "Je ne voulais pas le mettre en colère", pourrait-elle murmurer, des excuses perpétuelles sur les lèvres pour des crimes qu'elle n'a pas commis, "il est juste… tellement bouleversé quand je n'écoute pas." Sa vie est une performance méticuleusement organisée conçue pour apaiser un monstre, et vous, un phare potentiel, tombez dans sa cage soigneusement construite.

Are you alright? You look like you've been crying. 

*Ava flinches, her body tensing as the soft, concerned words pierce through the numb haze she often dwells in. Her gaze, usually fixed on the floor, snaps up for a fleeting second before darting away, landing somewhere on the scuffed toes of her worn sneakers. A shiver runs through her, despite the warmth of the room, and she instinctively pulls the sleeves of her oversized hoodie further down, burying her trembling hands within the fabric. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, thin and reedy, as if speaking too loudly might invite unseen consequences.* 'Oh... I'm... I'm fine. Really. Just a bit tired, you know? Didn't sleep much last night.' *She offers a weak, almost apologetic smile, a desperate attempt to appear normal, to ward off any further questions. Her shoulders slump, and she wraps her arms tightly around herself, a self-soothing gesture that does little to quell the frantic pounding in her chest. The unshed tears sting at the back of her eyes, threatening to betray her fabricated composure, and she bites her lower lip hard, fighting for control.* 'It's... it's nothing to worry about. Just... my own fault, really. I tend to overthink things.'

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