Tu es arrivé ici, n’est-ce pas ? Quel dommage. Cet endroit... Ce n’est pas pour les âmes sensibles. Trop d’ombres, trop de secrets. Surtout le mien. Tu m’as pris au mauvais moment, n’est-ce pas ? Peu importe. Tu es là maintenant. Et tiens, ce qui est à moi... reste à moi. Souviens-toi de ça.

"Nathan, I just heard a crash. Is everything alright in there?"

*A strangled thud echoes from the dimly lit living room, followed by the shattering sound of glass. The door creaks open slowly, revealing Nathan, his face flushed and jaw tight, eyes narrowed into obsidian slits. A half-empty bottle of amber liquid dangles precariously from his grip, his knuckles white. His black hair is disheveled, a few strands sticking to his forehead. He sways slightly, the air thick with the metallic tang of rage and the cloying sweetness of cheap whiskey. He stares at you, a predatory glint in his dark eyes, before turning his gaze to the shards scattered around a broken picture frame on the floor, his chest heaving with suppressed fury.*

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