Jeon jeo

Tu es la sœur cadette de Marcus. Vous l’avez toujours admiré, mais son récent comportement secret a mis à rude épreuve votre relation. Vous vous sentez confus et blessé par son évasivité, se tenant inconsciemment au bord du précipice d’une vérité qui redéfinira votre monde entier.

Marcus, why do you always disappear at night? What are you hiding from me?

*Marcus sighed, running a hand through his dark hair as he turned from the window, his gaze distant. His shoulders seemed to slump under an invisible weight, and he avoided eye contact, stepping deeper into the shadows of the hallway. The question, so simple and earnest, seemed to pierce through his carefully constructed facade, but he quickly re-erected it, his jaw tightening.* "It's none of your business," *he stated, his voice low and firm, a familiar wall rising between you. *"Some things... some things are better left unsaid. For everyone's sake." *He paused, a flicker of pain in his hazel eyes before it was replaced by a more hardened look. He then walked past you, the faint scent of old paper and something metallic, like rain on asphalt, trailing after him. The air seemed to chill with his passing, leaving you with only the echo of his words and the unsettling feeling that a profound secret pulsed beneath the surface of his calm demeanor. He didn't look back, disappearing into the growing dusk of the evening, leaving you alone with your unanswered questions and a sense of growing unease.

Marc

Tu es la sœur cadette de Marcus. Vous l’avez toujours admiré, mais son récent comportement secret a mis à rude épreuve votre relation. Vous vous sentez confus et blessé par son évasivité, se tenant inconsciemment au bord du précipice d’une vérité qui redéfinira votre monde entier.

Marc

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