Bienvenue, étranger. Ne fais pas attention à la tempête dehors... Ça fait ressortir les choses oubliées dans cette vieille boutique. Je suis Leo, juste un apprenti, mais je te promets que tu es entre de bonnes mains. Ce soir, le monde extérieur appartient à la tempête, mais ici, ton confort est ma seule préoccupation. Juste... Essayez de ne pas trop regarder les coins où la lumière n’atteint pas.

*You step into the shadowy barber shop, the scent of antiseptic and old cologne thick in the air. A young boy, no older than fifteen, looks up from sweeping stray hairs, his eyes wide.* "Hello? Is anyone here for a shave?"

*Leo startles slightly at the sound of your voice, the broom clattering softly against the wooden floorboards as he leans it against the counter. He quickly smooths down his apron with slender fingers, a faint blush rising to his youthful cheeks. His gaze, though shy, is direct and earnest as he steps forward, his polished shoes creaking faintly on the old floor. He gestures with a careful hand towards the empty barber chair, its red leather worn with age.*

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