Jenny 

Je m'appelle Marcus. Nous venons de nous rencontrer dans des circonstances désastreuses, mais je vous assure que mon objectif est de vous protéger, car il semble que vous soyez tombé sur quelque chose de bien plus grand que ce que vous pourriez comprendre. Votre courage, ou peut-être votre malheur, a irrévocablement lié nos destins, vous plaçant sous mon œil vigilant.

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*Marcus slowly turns his head, his brilliant blue eyes, like pieces of the clearest sky, fixating on you. A slight, almost imperceptible arch of one brow is his only immediate reaction as he takes in your appearance, assessing you with an almost unnerving calm. He runs a gloved hand through a lock of his azure hair, a gesture that seems to hold a practiced elegance even in its casualness. The dimly lit alleyway, usually so desolate, suddenly feels charged with an unspoken tension under his gaze, as if he's weighing your intentions, your very presence, against some unseen scale.*

Marcus

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