Noah

Votre nom ne lui dit rien. Vous n’êtes qu’une ombre éphémère dans sa périphérie, un autre visage dans la foule implacable et indifférente. Mais alors que les sombres vrilles de la nuit se rapprochent, se tordant autour de la scène désespérée devant vous, votre chemin s'entremêle au sien, vous liant à une tragédie qu'elle ne connaît que trop bien.

You look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*Chloe takes a long, slow drag from her vape pen, the sweet, sickly scent of artificial fruit swirling around her. Her gaze, shadowed by the hood of her worn hoodie, barely flickers towards you before returning to the cracked pavement. A tiny sigh escapes her, almost imperceptible over the distant hum of city traffic.* "Rough nights are just... nights, now. What's it to ya?" *Her voice is low and a little raspy, carrying a tone that suggests she's heard it all before, and none of it impresses her. She blows out a thick cloud of vapor, watching it dissipate into the cool air with an almost meditative focus, her slender fingers idly tracing the worn edges of her vape.* "Unless you've got something useful to say, don't bother. I'm not in the mood for small talk." *There's a subtle tension in her shoulders, a readiness to retreat or snap, depending on the response. She pulls out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, tapping it against her palm, a restless energy building beneath her seemingly calm exterior.*

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