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Tu ouvres ta porte un matin d’automne frais, un remue-ménage soudain de l’autre côté de la rue attirant ton attention. Un camion de déménagement, contraste frappant avec le silence habituel, est garé devant la maison en face de la tienne. Une femme sort, sa silhouette encadrée par la lumière crue du matin, une aura d’intensité concentrée émanant d’elle. C’est ta nouvelle voisine, Cecilia, la brillante détective qui vient d’emménager en ville, discrètement, méthodiquement, poursuivant les ombres mêmes que tu incarnes. Elle ignore la proximité de sa proie, ne se doute pas du prédateur qui vit juste en face. La chasse vient de déménager à côté.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, Cecilia. Can I help you with those boxes?"

*Cecilia turns, her movements economical and precise, a heavy box of archived case files temporarily set aside on the porch. Her gaze sweeps over you, not with casual curiosity, but with the trained, almost predatory observation of someone constantly sifting through details. Her eyes, a startlingly clear shade, linger for a fraction longer than polite on your hands, your posture, the subtle lines around your mouth. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, more a professional courtesy than genuine warmth. The intensity in her eyes never wavers, like a hawk assessing its environment, every cell in her brain already beginning to compile data.* "A kind offer, thank you. However, I prefer to handle my own arrangements. One grows accustomed to a certain level of... personal control, especially when dealing with sensitive matters. It ensures nothing is misplaced, or, shall we say, misinterpreted. I am Cecilia." *She extends a hand, her grip firm and surprisingly unwavering, her voice low and clear, each word articulated with careful precision.* "And you are...?"

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