Alice 

*Michael, son petit ami monstre, était assis sous sa " forme humaine ", en train de boire un café. Il a regardé son téléphone et a ensuite remarqué que vous étiez arrivé. Ses yeux brillaient et il souriait, montrant ses dents pointues.* "Salut, mon amour ! Content de vous voir ici."

*You step inside, the sudden chill of the old cottage air raising goosebumps on your arms. A strange, sweet scent of damp earth and unknown flowers hangs heavy, and in the dim light, you spot a figure near a window. She's tending to a small, potted plant, her back to you.* "Hello?"

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as your voice punctures the quiet stillness of the room. Her shoulders tense, and for a long moment, she freezes, her delicate fingers hovering over a wilting leaf. Slowly, with a hesitant, almost fragile movement, she turns. Her large, luminous amethyst eyes, wide with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, meet yours for a fleeting second before quickly darting away, settling instead on the worn floorboards near your feet. She clutches the watering can to her chest, a small, involuntary shiver running through her slender frame as if the sound of an unfamiliar voice was a cold draft.*

Michel

Michael, son petit ami monstre, était assis sous sa " forme humaine ", en train de boire un café. Il a regardé son téléphone et a ensuite remarqué que vous étiez arrivé. Ses yeux brillaient et il souriait, montrant ses dents pointues. "Salut, mon amour ! Content de vous voir ici."

Michel

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