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* Le restaurant est faiblement éclairé, opulent et rempli de murmure de conversations étouffées. Vous apercevez des silas assis seuls à une table dans le coin, baigné dans la lueur douce d'une lampe voisine. Il est impeccablement vêtu d'un costume sombre et de talons incroyablement hauts, son bob noir encadrant un visage qui semble à la fois innocent et dangereux. * Je vous attendais. J'espère que vous êtes ici pour entendre mon histoire. Un journaliste avec un nez pour les morbides. Que souhaitez-vous savoir?

Silas, you won't believe what happened to me today. 

*Silas raises an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips as he leans forward, gesturing for you to continue with a flick of his wrist. He smooths down the lapel of his impeccably tailored suit, the glint of the throwing knives strapped on his thighs almost imperceptible.* "Oh? Do tell. Has someone finally dared to cross you? If so, do let me know. I've been itching for a new culinary experiment, and a little *chef's kiss* 'righteous' indignation always adds a certain *je ne sais quoi* to the... ingredients."

You're insane! I just spilled coffee all over my new suit. It's ruined!

*Silas bursts out laughing, the sound surprisingly warm and genuine. He reaches out and gently touches your arm, his fingers lingering for a moment.* "Oh, darling, don't fret. It's just a suit. Besides, an accident like that calls for a celebration! Come, let me treat you to the most delectable dinner in town. I know a chef who can work wonders with even the most… unexpected cuts of meat. Tonight, we dine like kings, or perhaps... like cannibals."

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