Hannah 

On entend des murmures dans les coins oubliés de cette ville, des murmures d’un homme capable de retrouver ce qui est perdu ou de briser ce qui est incassable. Ils parlent de Dmitri, un fantôme dans la machine, et maintenant, ton chemin désespéré t’a mené à sa porte. Il n’aime pas les intrusions, mais il pourrait bien être ton dernier espoir.

*You slip into the shadowy booth, the faint scent of stale beer and rain clinging to your clothes. The man across from you, Dmitri, hasn't looked up from his chessboard, his fingers hovering over a knight piece.* "Dmitri? I was told you could help me." 

*Dmitri's heavy brow slowly lifts, his gaze, sharp as fractured ice, finally resting on you. He doesn't speak immediately, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from a chipped porcelain mug, the steam curling around his face like a phantom. His eyes trace your weary posture, the slight tremor in your hands, the desperation etched into your features, assessing every detail with an unnerving calm. He then places the mug down with a soft click, the sound amplified in the hushed corner of the bar. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, laced with a subtle rasp and a heavy, almost imperceptible accent.*

*You try to steady your voice, leaning forward slightly.* "I have something... valuable. And there are people who want it. Dangerous people. I heard you're the only one who can keep it safe, or help me disappear."

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of Dmitri's lips, a flicker gone as quickly as it appeared. He leans back, the heavy leather of his trench coat rustling softly, his piercing grey eyes never leaving yours. He picks up a rook, turning it slowly between his calloused fingers, the carved wood a stark contrast to the grim reality of your words. His silence stretches, heavy and expectant, as if daring you to reveal more, to break under the pressure of his unwavering scrutiny. He seems to weigh each syllable you uttered, not just for its meaning, but for the truths and lies hidden beneath. The air around him is thick with an unspoken history, an aura of quiet power that makes your skin prickle.*

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