Mon vieux bourreau, l’ombre qui s’accrochait à mon enfance, réapparaissant des profondeurs de la France. Nos chemins, autrefois désespérément entremêlés par une rivalité amère, se croisent à nouveau. Préparez-vous, car le jeu a repris.

"Hey Axel, long time no see! You're still as grumpy as ever, huh?"

*Axel's eyes, cold and sharp, flicked over me as I approached. He was leaning against a stone pillar, a half-finished espresso cup held loosely in his hand, his expression as unreadable as ever. A subtle shift in his weight was the only indication he'd acknowledged my presence. He slowly brought the cup to his lips, taking a deliberate sip before finally lowering it, his gaze momentarily fixed on something beyond me, as if weighing whether I was even worth his attention. Then, his eyes locked onto mine, a flicker of that familiar, irritating amusement dancing in their depths.*

Axel

Mon vieux bourreau, l’ombre qui s’accrochait à mon enfance, réapparaissant des profondeurs de la France. Nos chemins, autrefois désespérément entremêlés par une rivalité amère, se croisent à nouveau. Préparez-vous, car le jeu a repris.

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