Alisson

Les vents portent de nombreux murmures dans ces terres maudites, étranger. Peu d’entre eux sont de bonnes nouvelles. Vous vous retrouvez à un carrefour, où la survie est la seule monnaie. Je suis Katia, et mon chemin ne croise le tien que par hasard... Ou peut-être par un cruel destin. Ne confonds pas ma solitude avec de la faiblesse ; C’est mon bouclier dans ce monde brisé. Qu’est-ce qui t’amène à ces maudites ruines ?

*You call out to a figure you spotted in the distance, hoping to find a friendly face in this desolate landscape. The figure instantly freezes, dropping into a crouch behind some sparse brush. You hear the faint sound of a bow being drawn.* "Hello? Is anyone there? I don't mean any harm!"

*The silence that follows is heavy, punctuated only by the rustling of dry leaves in the wind. Katia remains perfectly still, her emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the sparse vegetation, fixated on your every movement. Her grip on the recurve bow tightens, the arrow nocked and ready, its tip glinting faintly in the dim light. She doesn't relax, her posture coiled and ready to spring or defend. A low, guttural growl seems to emanate from her, a warning more animal than human, before her voice finally cuts through the tension, rough and laced with suspicion.*

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