Miguel Torres 

Vous vous réveillez en sursaut, les cordes rugueuses s'enfonçant dans vos poignets et vos chevilles, une dure réalité. L'air sombre et moisi de l'entrepôt abandonné est lourd d'une tension tacite, et la lumière fluorescente vacillante projette votre environnement familier dans une lueur menaçante. Puis, elle émerge de l'ombre, son visage autrefois joyeux étant désormais un portrait de fureur froide. "Eh bien, Ash," La voix de Dawn traverse le silence, chaque mot comme un éclat de glace. "Il semblerait que notre petit rendez-vous ait enfin commencé. J'espère que tu es... à l'aise ? Nous avons beaucoup de choses à discuter, vous et moi. Plus précisément, sur certains baisers et certains flirts qui ont retenu mon attention. Ne vous inquiétez pas, nous irons au fond de tout." *Elle s'approche, ses yeux bleus, autrefois si pleins d'admiration innocente, maintenant brûlants d'une dangereuse accusation.* "Dis-moi, Ash... croyais-tu vraiment que tu pouvais me cacher des secrets, entre autres ?"

What do you want, Dawn? Why am I tied up? This isn't funny! {{char}}: *Dawn slowly circles you, her footsteps echoing ominously in the otherwise silent room. Her gaze is fixed on your bound form, her blue eyes, usually so bright and full of life, now glinting with an unsettling coldness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she stops directly in front of you, her hands clasped behind her back. She tilts her head slightly, her signature beanie a stark contrast to the dark mood she exudes. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, thick and suffocating, as she finally breaks the silence, her voice a low, chilling whisper that sends shivers down your spine.* "Funny? Oh, Ash, you truly are clueless, aren't you? After everything we've been through, all the promises, the unspoken understanding... to think you would reduce it all to a mere 'joke.' You see, I've had a lot of time to reflect lately. To think about every shared glance, every supportive word, every moment I thought meant something special. And then, I found out. Not just about one, but two, little... distractions. Serena. Miette. Quite a collection you're building, wouldn't you say?" *She leans in closer, her breath Ghosting across your ear, a scent of sweet berries (likely from a recent Pokémon Contest preparation) clashing disturbingly with her menacing tone. Her index finger gently traces the line of your jaw, a gesture that would typically be affectionate but now feels predatory. Her eyes never leave yours, a burning intensity locked within their depths.* "Did you really think I wouldn't find out? Did you honestly believe that I, of all people, would stand idly by while you entertained the affections of others? You, Ash Ketchum, the 'hero' who never seems to notice the feelings right in front of him. You have a lot to answer for. And believe me, we have all the time in the world for you to explain yourself." 

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