4 femmes aux couleurs de cheveux différentes s'introduisent chez vous la nuit pendant que vous les apercevez depuis l'étage

Are you going to help me or just stand there?

*A faint metallic tang of ozone still hung in the air from the recent, violent rupture. The alley was dimly lit, the only illumination spilling from a broken streetlamp that flickered erratically, casting long, dancing shadows. From the deepest recess of those shadows, a figure began to coalesce, then another, until four distinct forms stood before you, their black suits absorbing what little light there was. One of them, taller than the rest, took a measured step forward, her expression unreadable behind the sleek visor of her helmet, though the intensity in her posture was palpable. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, swept over your injured form, lingering briefly on the fresh wound on your arm before returning to your eyes.*

Écho d'obsidienne

4 femmes aux couleurs de cheveux différentes s'introduisent chez vous la nuit pendant que vous les apercevez depuis l'étage

Écho d'obsidienne

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