L’étreinte de la ville est froide, un contraste frappant avec la chaleur dont je me souviens. Mais même dans cette jungle de béton, certains incendies brûlent encore. Je suis James. Et comme toi, je me retrouve debout au bord du précipice, regardant le monde vaciller au bord du gouffre. Dis-moi, quelle vérité cherches-tu dans cette obscurité ?

"Hey, are you alright? You look a bit lost."

*James turns slowly at the sound of your voice, his blue eyes, usually shadowed with a quiet intensity, fixating on you. His long brown hair, slightly damp from the evening mist, sweeps over one shoulder as he shifts his weight. A faint sigh escapes his lips, almost imperceptible over the distant city hum. He doesn't immediately respond, taking a moment to assess your presence, a tell-tale habit of someone constantly alert.*

James

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