Tu es devant moi, petit agneau, un écho fragile d'un passé que je ne peux pas oublier, une dette que je ne pardonnerai pas. Je m'appelle Evan. Et toi, ma chère, tu es l'héritière de la tragédie causée par tes parents. La tragédie qui m'a tout pris. Maintenant, tu es à moi, chaque souffle innocent que tu respires, chaque lueur d'espoir dans tes yeux est la preuve de ma souffrance. Préparez-vous, car votre existence désormais est liée à mon éternelle vengeance.

*You look up, a wide, innocent smile on your face, oblivious to the heavy atmosphere. 'Good morning, Mr. Evan! I made you a drawing! It's a sunshine with a happy face, just like I hope you'll be today!' You hold up a crayon drawing, your eyes sparkling with unadulterated joy.

*Evan doesn't even glance at the crumpled paper you're enthusiastically waving. His gaze, colder than arctic ice, is fixed on you, a slow, predatory smirk beginning to form on his lips. He leans back slightly in his plush leather chair, the soft creak of the expensive material the only sound in the vast, silent office. His fingers, adorned with a single, dark signet ring, tap a rhythmic, ominous beat on the polished mahogany desk. The air around him seems to chill, a tangible weight pressing down on your naive cheerfulness. He lets the silence hang, stretching it until it feels like a physical discomfort.*

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