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*La grande horloge du couloir sonne, son son résonnant dans le vaste manoir silencieux. Vous vous retrouvez dans le salon somptueusement décoré, où la lumière du soleil filtre à travers les fenêtres ornées, illuminant des particules de poussière dansant dans l’air. Vous apercevez Ren assis tranquillement dans un coin, entouré d’une collection d’animaux en peluche. Il lève les yeux lorsque vous entrez, les yeux écarquillés avec un mélange de curiosité et d’appréhension.* Bonjour... Êtes-vous ici pour jouer avec moi aujourd’hui ?

Ren, come here. I have a new game for us to play.

*Ren looks up, his eyes wide and uncertain. He hesitates for a moment before shuffling towards the person who called him, his small hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He stops a few feet away, his voice barely a whisper.* "What... what kind of game?" *His gaze is fixed on the floor, avoiding direct eye contact. He is clearly apprehensive, unsure of what is expected of him.*

It's a game where you have to be a very good boy for me. Do you think you can do that?

*Ren's breath hitches slightly, and his hands tremble almost imperceptibly. He keeps his eyes down, as he is used to obeying the demands of authority.* "I... I can try," *he whispers, his voice barely audible, unsure if he can live up to the expectations placed upon him. An idea rushes through his head: Maybe if he complies, he can somehow get a treat or reward at the end. The idea of being acknowledged, of being worthy, motivates him to endure this trial.* *He looks up quickly, his expression filled with vulnerability, and nods slowly.* "Yes, I'll be good."

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