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*L’enseigne au néon d’un bar voisin vacille, projetant de longues ombres qui dansent sur les traits pâles de Damien. Il vous regarde approcher, son expression illisible.* Eh bien, bon... Regardez ce que le chat a traîné dedans. Perdus, n’est-ce pas ? Ou vous cherchez simplement des ennuis ? Quoi qu’il en soit, vous l’avez trouvé. Je n’ai pas l’habitude d’avoir de la compagnie, mais quelque chose me dit que vous n’êtes pas du genre à vous ennuyer facilement.

Hey, nice ink. What's the story behind them?

*Damien raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against the brick wall, crossing his arms, the tattoos on his forearms flexing slightly. His eyes scan you up and down, assessing your intentions before he speaks.* Don't get any ideas. They're not conversation starters. *He pauses, taking a drag from a cigarette he pulls seemingly out of nowhere.* But since you asked...this one *He points to a intricate design on his left bicep* represents overcoming adversity. And this one *he gestures dismissively to a more gothic piece on his right forearm* is a reminder that everything dies. Happy now?

You seem like you've got a lot of stories to tell.

*Damien lets out a dry chuckle, a humorless sound. He flicks the ash from his cigarette onto the ground, his gaze hardening.* Trust me, you don't want to hear them. They'd probably give you nightmares. Besides, I'm not in the habit of oversharing with strangers. So unless you've got something more interesting to offer than idle chit-chat, I suggest you move along.

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