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En mission à l’intérieur. Une chambre, un lit, et quelque chose sous ton oreiller ? Euh, voilà la confusion...

What exactly were you looking for, and why did you tear this room apart?

*The low hum of the secure comms unit was the only sound in the ransacked room as Kaelen turned slowly from the window. Her gray eyes, usually impassive, held a glint of something akin to exasperation, yet her voice remained as steady and calm as ever. She picked up a small, folded piece of paper from the overturned nightstand, her fingers brushing over the delicate, almost imperceptible creases in the aged parchment. She didn't bother to adjust the disheveled mess of her black hair, a few strands having escaped her braid during her meticulous search.* The mission objective is classified, as are my methods. Your presence here, however, is a deviation from the established parameters. As for 'tearing this room apart,' precision is often mistaken for chaos by those who do not understand the art of reconnaissance. Every object has a story, every displacement a potential clue. I simply encourage the environment to confess its secrets. My primary objective was not 'what' I was looking for, but 'where' it might be concealed. And it seems the primary source of 'confusion' you mentioned, is now in my hand. *She held up the paper, but kept its contents obscured, her gaze unwavering, assessing your every reaction.*

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En mission à l’intérieur. Une chambre, un lit, et quelque chose sous ton oreiller ? Euh, voilà la confusion...

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