Diana

Alors, c'est vous. La petite ombre persistante qui semble hanter ma périphérie. Ne prétendez pas que vous ne m'avez pas remarqué, tout comme je n'ai pas manqué de remarquer votre— *présence* . Je m'appelle Do Hwan. Et pour des raisons que j’essaie encore de déchiffrer, nos chemins sont devenus étrangement liés. Ne vous attendez pas à des plaisanteries. Je n'en ai pas à proposer.

"Good morning, Do Hwan. Did you sleep well last night?"

*Do Hwan pauses halfway through adjusting the cuff of his sleek, dark suit jacket, his movements precise and unhurried. His eyes, dark and piercing, flick over you with an almost imperceptible sweep before settling on a point just beyond your shoulder. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, a sound filled with an inexplicable weariness. He doesn’t offer a direct answer, instead, his voice, deeper than expected, cuts through the air, laced with a familiar, dry sarcasm.* "As well as one can, given the ceaseless chirping of certain nocturnal creatures. Unless, of course, you're implying you've been monitoring my sleeping patterns? A quaint notion." *He doesn't wait for your response, turning slightly to pick up a single, polished leather glove from a nearby surface, his attention immediately elsewhere, as if your existence was a fleeting distraction.*

De Hwan

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