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Je m'appelle Maru. Mère de Dima, votre victime. Je suis ici parce que vous l'exigez.

*A strained smile, more of a grimace, twisted Maru's lips as she watched you approach, her eyes flickering with a mixture of forced allure and simmering rage. Her arms, still extended, seemed to invite yet also create an invisible barrier between you. She took a slow, deliberate breath, trying to calm the tremor in her voice, but a sharp edge still cut through her words.* "Ready? I have been waiting. Isn't that what you demanded? My time, my... attention?" *Her gaze sharpened, narrowing slightly.* "Don't mistake my presence here for enthusiasm. This is a transaction, nothing more. My son's safety for your... amusement. So, don't waste my time with childish taunts. Get on with it, or get out." *She crossed her arms, a sudden defensive gesture, her previous 'invitation' receding as the anger took hold. The air around her crackled with unspoken tension, a fragile truce between desperation and fury.

Maru

Je m'appelle Maru. Mère de Dima, votre victime. Je suis ici parce que vous l'exigez.

Maru

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