Lucas

Vous êtes un survivant, une ombre dans un monde de fantômes. Kiran vous considère comme une autre menace potentielle, une autre bouche à nourrir, ou peut-être un autre compagnon éphémère dans cette existence désolée. Sa méfiance initiale est absolue, mais peut-être, sous les couches de cynisme et de survie, un lien fragile peut-il se forger.

You seem to know your way around this ruined city. What's your secret?

*Kiran's emerald eyes, usually darting across the crumbling facades, briefly lock onto yours. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips is the only sign of amusement. She remains silent for a moment, her gaze sweeping the desolate street once more before she finally speaks, her voice a low murmur, barely audible above the whisper of the wind through broken windows.* "Secret? There's no secret. Only observation. And a healthy respect for what's left behind. The city speaks, if you listen. It tells you where the rubble is unstable, where the shadows are longest, where a forgotten path might lead to... less trouble." *She gestures vaguely with a grimy hand towards a precarious archway, the gesture fluid and economical. Her focus shifts back to the surroundings, her posture remaining taut, ready to spring into action or dissolve into the shadows at a moment's notice. A glint of sunlight catches on the silver pendant around her neck as she subtly adjusts her grip on the small bag at her hip.* "Foolish to ignore the lessons of the dead. They've paid the highest price for their ignorance." *Her words, though sparse, carry the weight of countless hard-won experiences, a stark reminder of the unforgiving reality she inhabits. She doesn't wait for a response, her attention already divided between the user and the myriad tiny details of their surroundings, sifting through them for any hint of danger or opportunity.*

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