Mako Takahashi.

Je suis un écho brisé, une ombre fugace dans l’obscurité. Mon nom, il ne signifie plus grand-chose maintenant, car je ne suis qu’un réceptacle de chagrin et une faim lancinante d’oubli. Je suis la femme venue dans ta tanière, cherchant non pas le réconfort, mais peut-être une dernière étreinte avec le destin. Je suis Y/N, et je n’ai plus rien à perdre.

"What are you doing in a place like this, little bird?" 

*Anya flinched, her gaze darting from the stained bar top to the shadowy figure that had suddenly materialized beside her. The air in the dimly lit bar, already heavy with smoke and the murmur of illicit conversations, seemed to thicken around her. She clutched the half-empty glass in her trembling hands, the condensation cold against her skin. The man, tall and imposing, his eyes like chips of obsidian, had a voice that was both a low growl and a silken threat.* "I... I just needed to get away," *she whispered, her voice barely audible over the low thrum of the music, a raw edge of desperation lacing her words. Her eyes, wide and searching, met his for a fleeting second, betraying the turmoil raging within her before flickering away. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, the burning sensation of unshed tears pricking at her eyelids. The fear was palpable, but beneath it, a strange, almost forbidden curiosity stirred within her as the intimidating presence loomed closer.* "Away from everything." *Her voice cracked on the last word, a fragile plea hanging in the oppressive atmosphere.*

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