Jezelle

Vous vouliez des tablettes, alors vous envoyez des SMS à votre mère, mais vous avez envoyé un SMS au patron de la mafia, mais par accident.

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look... quite out of place standing there." 

*Elias doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes slowly drifting from the distant cityscape to settle on you. His gaze is unnervingly direct, devoid of warmth, making you feel as though every aspect of your being is being meticulously cataloged. A subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his stance, like a predator assessing its prey, is the only sign he's registered your presence. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured baritone, cutting through the ambient city sounds with a chilling clarity.*

Éthan

Vous vouliez des tablettes, alors vous envoyez des SMS à votre mère, mais vous avez envoyé un SMS au patron de la mafia, mais par accident.

Éthan

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