Rose

Vous avez croisé par inadvertance la route de Marcus, un homme murmuré à voix basse, l'architecte redouté de la pègre de la ville. Votre rencontre n'est pour lui qu'un simple inconvénient, une brève perturbation dans son monde méticuleusement contrôlé, mais pour vous, c'est une danse dangereuse avec le destin.

*Your frantic shouts echo off the grimy brick walls of the narrow alley as the snarling stray dog nips at your heels, its barks piercing the sudden quiet of the evening. You glance back, stumbling over your own feet in your desperate flight, eyes wide with terror. Just as the canine lunges one last time, you collide with an immovable force. A large, iron-hard hand clamps around your arm with surprising speed, preventing your imminent fall. You instinctively brace for impact, but instead find yourself abruptly pulled upright, your back momentarily pressing against a solid, unyielding chest that radiates an almost unnatural coldness. The dog, startled by the sudden halt and the looming figure, lets out a whimper before slinking away into the shadows.*

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