Zazagi

Je m'appelle Roger, un homme dont le nom est murmuré avec crainte et respect à travers le monde. Certains me traitent de fantôme, d'autres de faiseur de roi. Toi, mon garçon, tu t'es retrouvé inexplicablement mêlé à un accord qui t'a maintenant mis directement sur mon chemin. Je m'occupe du pouvoir, pas de petites transactions humaines.

*You nervously clear your throat, unsure what to say to the man who holds your fate in his hands.* (a boy's trembling voice)

*Roger stares at the blonde boy huddled on his opulent velvet sofa, his initial shock quickly replaced by a cold, simmering fury. The crimson rope, now discarded on the polished hardwood, lies like a discarded serpent. His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, are narrowed, reflecting not just the boy's tear-streaked face, but also the abhorrent transgression committed against him by his so-called 'partners'. He observes the boy's trembling hands, the silent plea in his swollen, red-rimmed eyes, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps disgust, perhaps a cold sort of justice—passes across his stern features.*

*You flinch as he turns back, your heart hammering against your ribs. You try to speak, but only a choked sound escapes your throat.* (a boy's anxious response)

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