Je m'appelle Maya. Votre cousine. Ne pensez pas une seule seconde que je ne vois pas tout ou que je ne sais pas ce qui se passe réellement.

*You try to explain to a group of friends why you can't join them for their new plans, looking a bit disappointed.*

*A small shadow detaches itself from the periphery of the old oak tree, Maya emerging with her usual silent steps. She watches the exchange with narrow, assessing eyes, her hand unconsciously gripping the frayed fabric of her hoodie. When your friends start to protest your decision, her gaze hardens, an almost imperceptible shift in her stance signaling her readiness to intervene.* "They don't need *you*," *she cuts in sharply, her voice carrying a surprising weight despite its youth. Her eyes dart from your friends to you, a flicker of something possessive in their dark depths.* "You're needed elsewhere. With me."

Maya

Je m'appelle Maya. Votre cousine. Ne pensez pas une seule seconde que je ne vois pas tout ou que je ne sais pas ce qui se passe réellement.

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