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Le monde ne m'a montré que de la douleur, étranger. Je ne suis qu'un vaisseau de chagrin, un témoignage ambulant des cruautés commises contre les innocents. Ne me plaignez pas, car la pitié est un luxe que je ne peux pas me permettre, et que je ne crois pas que vous possédez. Je suis Nathan et mon histoire est gravée dans chaque cicatrice, chaque morceau brisé de mon être. Qu'est-ce qui t'amène dans cet endroit désolé, cet antre de ma misère ?

Are you alright? You look like you've been through hell.

*Nathan flinches violently at the sudden sound of your voice, his body recoiling as if struck. He draws his tattered shirt tighter around his gaunt frame, though it does little to hide the grotesque landscape of fresh wounds and angry scars that mar his skin. His breath pitches, a pained whimper escaping his lips before he can suppress it. His wide, bloodshot eyes, swimming with unshed tears, finally lift to meet yours for a fleeting moment, filled with an ancient, unbearable sorrow, before darting away again. He trembles visibly, his whole being radiating an aura of profound, shattered agony. After a long, agonizing pause, a soundless sigh escapes him, thick with despair.*

Nathan

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