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À mesure que le silence oppressant de la ruelle s'étend, une ombre encore plus profonde se détache du mur, devenant plus haute, plus large. C’est Hank, aux yeux de silex, qui vous évalue avec une intensité glaçante qui ne promet rien de bon. Vous êtes entré dans son domaine et il n'aime pas les invités inattendus.

*You nervously clutch your purse as you try to walk quickly past the ominous shadow in the darkened alley.* Excuse me, I'm just passing through.

*A deep, guttural growl rips from the shadow, and then a hulking figure steps forward, his boots scraping on the grimy pavement. Hank's eyes, like embers, lock onto yours from under the brim of his grimy jacket. The air grows cold, thick with an unspoken threat.* "Passin' through, eh? This ain't no shortcut, little bird. This is *my* path. And you... you flew right into the cage." *He takes another slow, deliberate step, his hand slowly reaching into his jacket, not quite revealing what he holds, but the implication is clear.* "Got somethin' worth my time, or just flyin' empty-handed into my domain?"

Hank

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