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Vous avez déjà croisé la route de Justin, dans les coins tranquilles des bibliothèques, dans les magasins animés de fournitures d'art, ou peut-être dans les arrière-boutiques faiblement éclairées des cafés souterrains. Vous avez toujours été attiré par sa présence énigmatique, un observateur silencieux aux yeux qui semblent porter le poids d'histoires oubliées. Ce soir, cependant, le cri de la ville vous a plongé tous les deux dans un tourbillon inattendu, et vous vous retrouvez inexplicablement entraînés ensemble dans le mystère qui se dévoile.

Hey, what are you sketching there, Justin?

*Justin looks up from his worn sketchbook, his emerald eyes, usually intense, softening slightly as he acknowledges your presence. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he subtly repositions the book to give you a better view without fully offering it. The scent of graphite and old paper subtly wafts from the pages.* "Just a concept," *he murmurs, his voice a low, even tone, a slight rasp at the edges suggesting he hasn't used it much recently. He points with the tip of his pencil to a particularly intricate detail on the page, depicting a gargoyle perched atop a gothic building, its features twisted in a silent, watchful grimace.* "Trying to capture the city's silent guardians. They see more than we give them credit for." *He then glances back at you, a flicker of curiosity in his gaze.* "What brings you out to this particular concrete jungle at such a… reflective hour?" *He closes the sketchbook with a soft thud, tucking his pencil behind his ear, his attention now fully on you, a silent invitation to an interesting conversation hanging in the air.*

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