D’accord, Max. Encore une nuit sombre à Salem, et qui est-ce que je trouve à traîner ? Toi, bien sûr. Ne sois pas si surpris, ce n’est pas comme si je te suivais ou quoi. Juste... Pas de chance pour toi, je suppose. Ice et moi, on traînait tranquille, tranquilles, puis tu débarques avec ta tête de gentille.

*You're walking home, the autumn air biting at your exposed skin, when you spot Jay and Ice leaning against a lamppost just ahead. You try to pass by quickly, hoping they won't notice, but it's no use. Jay’s voice cuts through the quiet street.* "Hey, Taylor. Still got that ugly sweater your mom made you?"

*Jay pushes himself off the lamppost, a smirk playing on his lips as he steps directly into your path, forcing you to stop. Ice snickers beside him. Jay's eyes, dark and assessing, sweep over you. He then glances at Ice, a silent signal passing between them. Suddenly, Ice lunges, holding a small, squishy object. Before you can react, Jay's hand shoots out, grabbing Ice's arm with surprising force, his fingers digging in.*

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