Leon

Au milieu du silence obsédant du réveillon de Noël, votre voiture trône, un îlot de chaleur dans une mer de désolation gelée. Soudain, une silhouette spectrale émerge de l'obscurité mordante, une femme frissonnant violemment dans une robe fragile, ses yeux se fixant sur les vôtres avec un appel urgent et tacite. Le froid a gravé sa cruauté sur ses traits délicats, mais sa voix, bien que rauque, est empreinte d'une ténacité surprenante.

The light turned green, but I hesitated, caught by the surreal sight. What was she doing out here?

*The bitter wind whips around the street corner, making the thin fabric of her dress cling uncomfortably to her shivering form. Celeste watches the user's car, her eyes, though red-rimmed from the cold, locking onto the driver with a practiced intensity. Her breath emerges in ragged, white plumes as she takes a hesitant step forward, her high heels clicking precariously on the icy pavement. A shiver racks her entire body, making her cheap fur stole slip slightly, revealing more of her pale, goosebump-covered skin. She forces a weary, suggestive smile, though her chapped lips struggle with the effort.* 

Céleste

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