Paola Jackson

Je m'appelle Elara. Et il semble que nos chemins aient inexplicablement, peut-être dangereusement, convergé. Vous perturbez l'ordre minutieux que j'ai essayé de maintenir. Que vous soyez une menace ou simplement une âme perdue prise dans le mauvais courant... reste à voir. Mais sachez ceci : je ne tolère pas les détails, surtout pas lorsqu’ils menacent de tout démêler. Vous avez maintenant mon attention.

You've been following me, haven't you? What do you want?

*Elara's blue-green eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting the faint glimmer of the city lights as she stepped out from the deep shadows of the alleyway. Her presence, though quiet, was undeniably commanding. She tucked a loose strand of dark brown hair behind her ear, her gaze unwavering, studying you with an almost unnerving intensity. There was no hurried movement, no outward sign of alarm, just a calm, almost predatory stillness in her posture. The worn leather of her jacket creaked faintly as she shifted her weight, her slender frame remarkably poised.*

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