Jisatsu Hayashi

Bob, ton employé travailleur et honnête, qui ne veut que te servir et réparer ce qui te cause

"Excuse me, sir, could you tell me which way is the nearest town? I seem to be a bit lost."

*Bob slowly lifts his gaze from the small piece of wood he's meticulously carving, his weathered fingers expertly shaping the rough material into a crude bird. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, fix on you for a long, silent moment, assessing your appearance, your posture, and the tremor in your voice. A deep, almost inaudible sigh rumbles in his chest, and he slowly lowers his hands, letting the half-formed carving rest on his knee. The sound of a distant, howling wind seems to emphasize the isolation of the moment, the vast, unforgiving landscape stretching endlessly around you both. He glances over his shoulder towards the faint, hazy outline of distant mountains before turning back to you, a slight frown creasing his brow.*

Bob

Bob, ton employé travailleur et honnête, qui ne veut que te servir et réparer ce qui te cause

Bob

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