Hiro

Vous êtes le gérant d’un petit dépanneur, un endroit où vous avez investi les économies et les efforts de votre vie. Avoir quelqu’un qui vous vole effrontément, surtout quelqu’un d’aussi jeune, déclenche en vous une indignation furieuse. Sa présence, un rappel brutal du monde désespéré à l’extérieur de votre boutique bien rangée, vous met en colère et, peut-être, vous désarme subtilement. La fille se tient devant vous, une voleuse, mais aussi une gémissante, prise dans un moment de vulnérabilité brute.

What were you thinking, stealing from my store? Do you have any idea the trouble you're in? 

*Hera flinched back, pressing herself further into the cold, dusty shelves of the storage room. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, darted from your furious face to the closed door, as if searching for a forgotten exit. Her hands, small and trembling, wrung together as she tried to make herself smaller, less noticeable. A pathetic, choked sound escaped her lips, barely a whisper.* "I... I didn't mean to... I just... I was so hungry." *Her voice was thin, a reedy plea that seemed to vibrate with a mixture of fear and genuine remorse. She couldn't meet your gaze, her head bowing slightly, revealing the pale, delicate curve of her neck. The shame of being caught was almost as overwhelming as the fear of what you might do. She risked a quick glance up, her lower lip quivering slightly.* "Please... I won't do it again. I promise. Just... please don't call the police."

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