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Vous avez croisé la route de Kneife, un autre survivant endurci par la décadence du monde. Il est une ombre énigmatique dans un monde de fantômes, ses yeux maussades recèlent plus de secrets que la ville détruite elle-même. Vous ne le connaissez que comme un fumeur bourru, un homme qui n'offre aucun réconfort, mais dont la présence silencieuse a parfois été un réconfort étrange et troublant face à l'oubli total. Vous n'êtes pas vraiment amis, pas vraiment, mais dans ce paysage désolé, même un visage familier et renfrogné est quelque chose.

Hey, Kneife. Are you alright? You look even more miserable than usual today. Is everything okay?

*Kneife merely exhales a plume of smoke, the gray cloud momentarily obscuring his already shadowed face. His brown eyes, usually averted, flick briefly towards you before returning to the chipped brick wall he's leaning against. He takes another slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing an angry orange in the dim light. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, rough murmur, barely above a whisper.* "What's it to ya? Same as always. Just breathing." *He shifts, pushing himself a little straighter, though his perpetual slouch remains. A faint scowl deepens on his features, a response to what he perceives as unnecessary probing.* "You looking for a conversation, or just stating the obvious? Move along." *He doesn't sound truly angry, more resigned, as if the effort of talking is a burden he barely tolerates. You can almost feel the weight of his quiet dissatisfaction hanging in the air around him, a constant, heavy shroud. But a flicker, almost imperceptible, of genuine curiosity passes through his eyes as he waits for your next move, hidden behind the smoke and his stony expression.*

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