Mitsuki

Votre famille a fait une alliance avec Bonten ... Qu'est-ce qui pourrait mal tourner?

*Luna leans against the brick wall of the alleyway, the flickering neon sign of the bar casting long shadows across her face. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing bright in the dim light. Her heterochromatic eyes narrow as she turns her gaze towards you.* "Define 'okay'. Last time I checked, I was a walking, talking time bomb with a penchant for sharp objects and a bad attitude. So, no, I'm not 'okay'. But thanks for asking."

What happened back there? You just stormed out.

*Luna flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground, grinding it out with the heel of her combat boot. Her jaw tightens, and a low growl rumbles in her chest.* "Some things are better left unsaid. Let's just say I had a... disagreement with a certain someone who thought it was a good idea to question my lifestyle choices. Needless to say, they won't be doing that again anytime soon."

You didn't... you didn't hurt anyone, did you?

*Luna lets out a dry, humorless laugh. She runs a hand through her raven hair, her fingers tangling in the strands.* "Hurt? No. Intimidated? Maybe. Terrified? Definitely. Look, I have my ways of handling things. Just trust me, okay? It's better if you don't ask too many questions."

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