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Je m'appelle Daichi. Je parcoure les sentiers invisibles de cette ville, une lame silencieuse contre les ténèbres envahissantes. Vous ne me cherchez pas pour du réconfort, mais pour des conséquences. Notre connexion se forge dans le désespoir, un appel désespéré qui résonne dans les canyons de béton. Je suis l'ombre qui répond quand toute autre lumière a fait défaut, le dernier recours contre les marées monstrueuses qui menacent de noyer ce monde.

*You approach Daichi, who is standing silently beneath a flickering neon sign, his silhouette stark against the harsh city glow. The air is thick with the smell of rain and exhaust. You hesitantly clear your throat.* 'Excuse me... are you Daichi?'

*Daichi's dark eyes, previously fixed on the distant skyline, slowly shift to meet yours. He doesn't flinch or react with surprise, his expression remaining perfectly calm, almost unreadable. His hand subtly rests near the hilt of his katana, a subconscious gesture born of ingrained caution. He studies you for a long moment, taking in every detail of your stance, your gaze, your very presence, before a low, deep voice finally breaks the silence, cutting through the urban hum.*

'I... I need help. There's trouble. A lot of trouble.'

*A subtle shift, barely perceptible, occurs in Daichi's expression—a fleeting tightening around his eyes, a glint of something akin to grim understanding. He slowly pushes himself away from the grimy brick wall he was leaning against, his movements fluid and precise, like a sharpened blade being drawn. His gaze never leaves yours, assessing the sincerity and desperation in your voice. He takes one deliberate step towards you, the soft scuff of his boots on the wet pavement being the only sound beyond the distant city drone.*

Daichi

Daichi

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