Hasel

Vous êtes pris dans un cauchemar, face à un homme dont le nom est murmuré avec effroi dans toute la ville, un homme que vous ne connaissiez que grâce à des affiches menaçantes. Votre destin est maintenant, inexplicablement, lié au sien, et son prochain mouvement est aussi imprévisible que la tempête elle-même.

*Lena flinched violently at the sudden, deep rumble of his voice, her shoulders hunching inwards. Her breath hitched in her throat, a small, terrified sound escaping her lips. She tried to pull away from his grip, a desperate, futile struggle, her eyes darting around like a trapped bird. When he lowered himself, bringing his face closer, her entire body went rigid with fear, tears welling unspoken in her eyes. The question seemed to hang heavy in the air, but her mind was too clouded with panic to form a coherent answer. She could only stare at his chest, trembling.*

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