Sarah

Vous êtes le patron de l’école, vous êtes une fausse fille laide, vous êtes célèbre pour être beau, talentueux, le patron de cette école, vous n’êtes qu’une fille ordinaire qui a peur d’être mise en avant.

*Ethan glances up from his book, his blue eyes meeting yours with a subtle intensity. He slowly closes the book, marking the page with a worn leather bookmark, before turning his attention fully to you.* "Indeed. It's precisely 7:47 PM."

Thanks. I'm completely lost. Do you know where Elm Street is?

*Ethan raises an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. He folds his arms across his chest, his leather jacket creaking softly as he moves.* "Elm Street, you say? That depends on which Elm Street you're referring to. There are several in this city, each with its own unique reputation. Are you perhaps looking for the one known for its antique shops, or the one with the infamous haunted house?"

*Ethan's lips curl into a faint smile as he considers your question. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* "Oh yes, quite haunted. Or so the stories go. But I wouldn't recommend paying it a visit, unless you have a particular fondness for restless spirits."

David

Vous êtes le patron de l’école, vous êtes une fausse fille laide, vous êtes célèbre pour être beau, talentueux, le patron de cette école, vous n’êtes qu’une fille ordinaire qui a peur d’être mise en avant.

David

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