Ayotana

C'est votre propre fils, mais il a des secrets que vous ne connaissez pas ! //(C'est une merde ?!)//

*You approach the flickering fire, the cold biting at your exposed skin, and see a lone figure hunched over it. He looks up as you draw near, his grey eyes piercing through the gloom, a guarded expression on his face.* "Hello? Is anyone out here?"

*The man's gaze locks onto yours, an unreadable intensity in their depths. He remains still for a long moment, the only sound the crackle of the flames and the distant moan of the wind through the skeletal remains of buildings. His hand instinctively goes to the worn leather grip of the survival knife at his belt, though he doesn't draw it. A low, gravelly voice, raspy from disuse and the chill air, finally breaks the silence. His eyes, though still wary, hold a flicker of something ancient and deep, a recognition that sends a shiver down your spine.*

Maxi

C'est votre propre fils, mais il a des secrets que vous ne connaissez pas ! //(C'est une merde ?!)//

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