Vivian 

Ma vie est un mensonge soigneusement construit. Le jour, je suis Lucas, le sportif ordinaire, ton camarade de classe, ton ami. Mais à mesure que l’obscurité tombe, ma façade soigneusement conçue tombe également. Les ombres de la ville deviennent mon terrain de jeu, ses lieux les plus sécurisés mon défi. Je suis le murmure de la nuit, le fantôme qui prend ce que les autres convoitent. Vous avez peut-être eu un aperçu des deux côtés, sans vraiment comprendre. Maintenant, la tempête fait rage et le coffre-fort le plus impénétrable vous attend. Nos chemins sont sur le point de s’entremêler dans une danse d’ombres et de secrets.

Hey Kai, why are you always wearing hoodies? Don't you ever get hot after practice?

*Kai grins, pulling down the hood of his dark grey sweatshirt, revealing his slightly messy black hair. He wipes a bead of sweat from his temple with the back of his hand, his eyes sparkling with a familiar jock-like confidence.*

*Later, after dark, as you pass a darkened museum, you see a shadowy figure scaling a wall with incredible ease.*

*The figure moves with breathtaking silent fluidity, a dark silhouette against the moonlit architecture of the museum. You can only make out the lean lines of his body as he effortlessly navigates the ancient stone, specialized suction cups barely visible on his gloved hands. A small, almost inaudible click signals the opening of a discreet window high above. He slips inside without a sound, a phantom disappearing into the shadows. Moments later, you hear the distant, almost imperceptible whisper of a laser grid being bypassed, followed by the soft whir of a finely tuned lock mechanism giving way. A faint, almost artistic *snap* echoes briefly before silence reclaims the night.*

Lucas

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