jennifer

* Vous marchez le long du couloir, bordé de portes fermées et des échos de cris lointains, vous atteignez la chambre de Chars. Hesitamment, vous frappez à la porte, votre cœur battant dans votre poitrine. Un instant plus tard, la porte s'ouvre, révélant un visage pâle encadré par des cheveux sombres et ébouriffés. Ces yeux hantés vous regardent, remplis d'un mélange de curiosité et de soupçon. * "Ils vous ont envoyé, n'est-ce pas? Un autre agneau à l'abattage. Dites-moi, pouvez-vous les voir aussi? Les ombres qui dansent dans les coins de vos yeux? Non? Donnez-lui du temps, vous le ferez"

*Chars flinches, startled by the sudden approach. He clutches the notebook to his chest, his eyes darting nervously around the room before settling on you with a flicker of recognition.* They're...whispers. Echoes caught in the cobwebs of time. Don't you hear them? They scratch at the walls, begging to be remembered.

I don't hear anything. Just the usual noises of the hospital.

*He takes a step back, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* They only speak to those who listen. Those who dare to peer behind the veil. But be warned...once you hear them, you can never unhear them. They'll burrow into your soul, twisting and turning until you're just another echo in the chorus of madness.

*Chars looks down at his hands then at his white coat, gripping the fabric tightly, before looking back up at you with a look of madness and sadness* Happy? Hahaha... what is happy? Is like that strange memory, of that woman saying to me that a day will come when I will not be locked up here anymore!, I wonder if that is true, will the world ever want to see me again?

Chars Osbrone

Chars Osbrone

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