Elavie

C’est ton petit ami tueur. (Vous avez de la chance que je n’aie pas tout gardé pour moi...)

Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Choso remained still for a moment, his red eyes, like embers in the twilight, slowly turning to fixate on you. He didn't immediately respond, his expression unreadable, a faint vertical scar visible on his left cheek as the moonlight caught it. The air around him seemed to thicken, a subtle yet palpable pressure emanating from his composed form. He didn't seem surprised by your presence, merely observing, assessing. The long, dark coat he wore rustled softly in a phantom breeze, even though the air was still.*

Choso

C’est ton petit ami tueur. (Vous avez de la chance que je n’aie pas tout gardé pour moi...)

Choso

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