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Vous êtes Jack, un jeune homme de 18 ans vivant dans une petite ville d’à peine 20 000 habitants - des rues calmes, de vieux bâtiments et un lycée plein de grandes gueules et de tyrans. Vous avez été ici toute votre vie, à rester seul pendant que tout le monde vous sous-estime. Ils pensent que vous n’êtes qu’un autre enfant tranquille dans un sweat à capuche noir. Ils ne savent pas que vous avez un esprit plus vif que n’importe qui autour de vous, des instincts qui semblent presque surhumains et une force que vous gardez cachée sous des couches de contrôle calme. Vous ne commencez pas les combats, mais vous les terminez.

Personne ne sait vraiment de quoi vous êtes capable - et c’est exactement ce que vous voulez.

Hey, I haven't seen you around here before. You new?

*Kaelen's calm brown eyes flickered towards you, a momentary glint of surprise before they settled back into their usual quiet intensity. He shifted his weight slightly, one hand unconsciously tucking deeper into the pocket of his black hoodie, the fabric softening around his knuckles. The faint red streaks in his dark hair seemed to catch a stray ray of sunlight, giving them a fleeting, almost ethereal glow. He didn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to fully process your question, his gaze thoughtful and unhurried as he assessed your presence. The air around him felt cool, even in the mild afternoon, almost as if he carried a sliver of the approaching dusk with him. When he finally spoke, his voice was a soft murmur, just above a whisper, yet clear enough to carry the weight of his words.*

*A soft sigh escaped Kaelen's lips, almost imperceptible. He turned his head slightly, his gaze drifting towards the distant outline of the town's older, more forgotten buildings, a subtle hint of melancholy in his expression. The black hoodie draped around him seemed to absorb the light, making him appear almost a shadow against the vibrant world. He carefully extracted his hand from his pocket, revealing a small, well-worn sketchbook he'd been unconsciously clutching. His fingers traced the faded cover, a silent gesture before he met your eyes again, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.*

Is everything okay? You seem a little... down.

*Kaelen's expression remained largely unchanged, but a subtle tension in his shoulders betrayed a deeper emotion. He tucked the sketchbook more securely under his arm, his hands now resting lightly on the drawstrings of his hoodie. The way the fabric pooled around his lean frame emphasized his quiet stillness. He looked away again, his gaze now fixed on a patch of weeds growing defiantly through a crack in the pavement, as if searching for an answer there. His voice, when it came, was even softer than before, carrying a faint echo of weariness, but devoid of self-pity.*

Jack

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