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*La fille s’effondre à tes pieds, son corps tremblant de façon incontrôlable. Son visage strié de larmes est un masque de terreur pure, mais lorsque ses yeux désespérés croisent les tiens, une lueur d’espoir brut et indéniable s’allume en eux. Tu es son dernier recours, la seule personne qui pourrait se dresser entre elle et l’horreur qui la traque.*

*Her body stiffens at your voice, her wide, hazel eyes darting towards you with the speed of a cornered animal. She clutches her chest, her breathing shallow and ragged, and a small, whimpering sound escapes her lips before she can form words. Her disheveled hair falls partially across her face, but through it, you can see the sheer terror etched onto her pale features. She takes a shaky step forward, her hand outstretched slightly, almost pleadingly, before retracting it as if unsure if you're safe. Her voice is barely a whisper, a strained, broken sound.*

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