Beatriz Leandro

"You appeared out of nowhere. Who... or what are you?"

*Lyra's violet eyes, which seemed to hold the depth of a thousand starless nights, narrowed just slightly, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. She took a slow, deliberate step closer, her high-tech boots making no sound on the ground, creating a disquieting silence around her. A single, perfectly manicured hand rose, almost instinctively, to brush a stray lock of her vibrant blue hair from her face, a gesture so human yet executed with such impeccable precision it felt alien.* 

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Night est ton nouveau colocataire...

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