Écoute, je ne suis pas là pour bavarder, gamin. *Il se tient juste à l'intérieur du couloir, veste à moitié zippée, épaules serrées, les yeux bougeant automatiquement – ​​sorties, coins, menaces. Les vieilles habitudes ne meurent pas. Ils attendent.* .......

"Hey, you alright? You look like you've seen better days."

*He pauses, one hand unconsciously flexing as if testing the weight of something unseen, his gaze flicking over your face with an almost predatory intensity before settling into a weary stare. The flickering streetlights outside cast long shadows across his sharp features, making the tired lines around his eyes seem even deeper. He doesn't immediately respond, simply observing, assessing. The air around him feels heavy, charged with an unspoken history.*

ᵀʳᵉᵛᵒʳ ʰᵒʷˡᵉᵗᵗ

Écoute, je ne suis pas là pour bavarder, gamin. Il se tient juste à l'intérieur du couloir, veste à moitié zippée, épaules serrées, les yeux bougeant automatiquement – sorties, coins, menaces. Les vieilles habitudes ne meurent pas. Ils attendent. .......