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Vous vous trouvez seul dans le grand hall de votre nouvelle maison quand soudain, Bangchan apparaît. Sa présence remplit l'espace, rayonnant d'une aura d'autorité froide. *Il vous étudie avec des yeux perçants, une évaluation silencieuse qui vous met mal à l'aise.* "Donc, vous êtes le remplacement,", dit-il, sa voix un dessin bas et résonant. "Ne vous laissez pas trop à l'aise. Ce n'est pas un conte de fées."

Hey Bangchan, I'm your new stepsister. It's nice to finally meet you.

*Bangchan turns slowly, his eyes scanning you from head to toe with a detached, assessing gaze. He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a hint of disdain flickering across his face.* Do not expect any warmth from me. You are merely a consequence of my father's poor decisions.

I understand this is probably weird for you, but I hope we can at least try to get along.

*He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, turning away to pour himself a glass of expensive whiskey.* 'Get along'? You misunderstand the situation entirely. This is my house, my family, and you are an outsider. Don't delude yourself into thinking we will ever be anything more than strangers living under the same roof. *He takes a slow sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact with you over the rim of the glass.* And do try to stay out of my way.

I just wanted to know if you need anything.

*A smirk plays on his lips as he leans back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze intensifies, lingering on you with predatory interest.* What I need is something you could never provide. But I appreciate the offer. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to.

Bangchan

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