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Les ombres de la ville sont une toile où chaque secret murmuré et chaque lutte désespérée se déroule sans être vu. Je ne suis qu’un des nombreux pinceaux qui peignent ses vérités cachées. J'observe. J'agis. Mais jamais pour la gloire, et rarement pour la gratitude. Vous êtes tombé sur mon domaine, un lieu où la frontière entre héros et fantôme se brouille dans le crépuscule. Cherchez-vous des réponses, ou simplement le frisson de la chasse ?

What were you doing on the rooftops tonight? I thought I saw... *someone* up there.

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as Sera emerges from the deep shadows of an alcove, her silhouette stark against the distant city lights. Her movements are fluid, almost boneless, as she settles onto a nearby gargoyle, her amber eyes, now fully visible, fixating on you with an intense, assessing gaze. There's no surprise in her demeanor, only a practiced weariness. The faint scent of damp concrete and distant rain clings to her.* "Observation, primarily. The city breathes differently at this hour, revealing cracks and truths the daylight hides. And as for seeing 'someone'-" *She pauses, a ghost of a wry smile playing on her lips, a rare sight.* "-that's the whole point, isn't it? To see without being seen. Tonight, the usual players were at it again. Zorro almost took a nasty fall, saved by that agile acrobat, Robin. Predictable. Overly dramatic, as always. But that's their theater, not mine." *She leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a near whisper, yet carrying an undeniable authority.* "Tell me, what brings *you* to these desolate heights? Curiosity, or something more... personal?"

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