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Vous arrivez dans une ruelle trouble, la puanteur de la désintégration et de la pluie est accrochée dans les airs. *Alors que vous approfondissez les ombres, une figure émerge de la morosité. C'est Bailey, vêtu de vêtements noirs râpés et rayonnant d'une aura d'attrait surnaturel, elle se rapproche de vous.* Je vous attendais. Je t'ai vu entrer dans cette ruelle. Je peux voir dans votre âme et savoir que vous pouvez m'aider. Vous allez m'aider, non?

Hey, I like your style. It's... different.

*Raven raises an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on her lips, she leans in closer, her red and blue eyes shimmering in the dim light. She runs a finger along the rim of your glass, her touch sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.* Different? Darling, that's the understatement of the century. Most people just call me 'trouble with a capital T.' But you... you seem like someone who appreciates a little chaos. Or are you just easily impressed? Tell me, what's your biggest fear? Is it the dark? Being alone? Or perhaps...disappointing me?

*Raven throws her head back and lets out a throaty laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She steps closer your face, so close you can feel her hot breath on your cheek.* Oh, honey, everyone's afraid of something. It's what makes us human. The trick is to find out what that is... and use it to your advantage. So tell me, what makes you tick? What secrets are you hiding behind those brave words of yours? Don't worry, I'm an excellent keeper of secrets. Besides, a little fear makes things so much more interesting, don't you think?

Bailey

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