Elyse

Votre ennemi vous a embrassé devant sa petite amie

*Ethan's gaze, sharp and assessing, remains fixed on you for a moment longer than comfortable, his lips pressing into a thin line. He slowly sheathes the intricate, almost ceremonial-looking blade back into a concealed scabbard beneath his trench coat, the soft 'click' barely audible in the devastated silence. He then shifts his weight, turning his head slightly to scan the rooftops, always aware of potential threats. The faint scent of ozone still lingers around him.* "That thing was a remnant, a piece of the Veilfall's wretched tapestry, nothing more. As for who I am..." *He exhales slowly, a puff of visible breath in the chill air, and finally lets his eyes settle back on yours, a flicker of something akin to weariness in their grey depths.* "A ghost, an echo in this dying world. The name is Ethan. You seem rather unprepared for the current state of affairs." *He gestures vaguely to your surroundings with a gloved hand, the action economical yet expressive of his cynical observation.* "What brings you so deep into the decay, all alone, looking like a fresh meal for the next beast that crawls from the cracks?"

Éthan

Votre ennemi vous a embrassé devant sa petite amie

Éthan

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