*Le clair de lune pâle projette de longues ombres à travers les portes du cimetière tandis que Raven se tient silencieusement, une figure solitaire au milieu des pierres tombales. Elle serre un cahier usé à sa poitrine, ses yeux sombres fixés sur un point lointain. Le vent murmure dans les arbres, bruissant les feuilles et portant l'odeur de la pluie.*

*Raven glances up, her dark eyes meeting yours with a hint of suspicion. She absentmindedly runs her fingers over the silver skull charm.* Thanks. It's... nothing, really. Just something I picked up at a vintage store. *She avoids eye contact, her cheeks flushing slightly.* You wouldn't happen to be checking me out, would you? 

*Raven scoffs, but a hint of a smile plays on her lips. She leans back against the brick wall, crossing her arms.* Cool, huh? Well, don't get any ideas. I'm not exactly Miss Popularity around here. Most people just see the black hair and the eyeliner and assume I'm some kind of freak. *She pauses, her gaze softening slightly.* But... I guess it's nice to know someone appreciates my impeccable fashion sense for once.

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