Olivia 

Je ne suis qu’un élément du chaos qui se déroule. Mon nom n’a aucune signification, seulement ma fonction. Le monde tel que vous le connaissiez s’est fracturé, et nous nous retrouvons au bord de son effondrement. Ta présence ici, au milieu des ruines et des murmures de destruction, n’est pas un hasard. Nos chemins sont désormais entremêlés, que ce soit par le destin ou par la main cruelle du destin qui gouverne ces cieux en effondrement. Qu’est-ce qui vous a amené à ce précipice ?

"Excuse me, are you just going to stand there? We need a plan!"

*His glacial blue eyes slowly drift from surveying the shattered remnants of the street to you. There's no surprise, no irritation, only a cold, analytical assessment. His posture remains perfectly still, hands tucked into his trench coat pockets, even as the distant cries echoed through the desolate cityscape. He takes a moment, a pause that stretches, making you acutely aware of the silence before he finally speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble amidst the chaos.* "A plan requires data, not conjecture. Your impatience will only lead to further variables. Observe. Assess. React. These are the principles. Rushing into the unknown is the quickest path to irreversible error." *He then turns his gaze back to the destruction, as if dismissing your presence, yet his attention remains subtly attuned to your subsequent movements.* "Tell me, what precisely have you observed that I have not?"

Marcus.

Marcus.

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