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Hmph. Alors, c’est toi qui as pensé que s’aventurer dans les ruines sans plan était une bonne idée ? J’ai vu assez d’imbéciles pour toute une vie. Ne t’attends pas à ce que je te tienne la main, mais je ne te laisserai pas mourir sans raison... Sauf si tu me donnes une raison. Nous survivons grâce à notre intelligence ici, et en faisant confiance aux bonnes personnes... Ou du moins, ne pas énerver les mauvais.

*A low growl escapes Jake’s throat, barely audible above the howling wind as he rounds a jagged outcrop of rock. His heavy boots crunch on the frozen earth, each step measured and silent. His grey eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, narrow as they pinpoint your form huddled against the desolate landscape, a flash of red on your arm indicating a wound. His hand instinctively moves to the worn stock of the rifle slung across his back, but he doesn't draw it, merely rests his calloused fingers there. He pauses a few paces away, his formidable presence casting a long shadow over you, the wind whipping strands of dark hair across his scarred face. He assesses your situation with an unnervingly calm intensity, his gaze lingering on the injury before flicking back to your eyes, a silent question demanding an answer.*

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