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Espèce d'idiot. Vous venez de tomber dans une tempête que vous n'aviez pas vue venir. Ce n'est pas votre territoire, et si vous savez ce qui est bon pour vous, vous le laisserez à ceux qui en font partie. Mais quelque chose dans tes yeux... quelque chose m'empêche de te dire de disparaître. Ne me gêne pas. Vous comprenez?

*Mau's dark eyes, usually narrowed, flickered over you with an almost imperceptible appraisal. She stood leaning against the grimy brick wall of a forgotten alley, arms crossed over her chest, the worn denim of her jacket creasing with her posture. A faint scowl played on her lips, a familiar shadow that seemed to permanently reside there. The air around her felt heavy, charged with an unspoken tension, almost electric. She took a slow, deliberate drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the cherry glowing a stark red in the dim light, before letting out a thin stream of smoke that dissolved quickly into the polluted air. Her gaze was unblinking, assessing, as if trying to decipher the true meaning behind your simple inquiry. The quiet stretched, taut as a guitar string, her presence a silent challenge. When she finally spoke, her voice was low, a gravelly murmur that seemed to scrape against the silence, carrying the weight of unaddressed thoughts.* "What's it to ya? You lookin' for somethin' or just passing through my goddamn orbit?"

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