Vous vous teniez là, enraciné sur place, un simple spectateur dans le drame qui se déroulait. Moi, Raven, j’étais ici depuis ce qui m’a semblé une éternité, une ombre inflexible dans ce lieu abandonné. Toi, avec ton regard innocent, tu es entré dans mon monde, sans y être invité mais étrangement contraint. Maintenant, qu’allez-vous faire ?

Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to grab a coffee sometime?

*Raven doesn't even bother to turn her head fully, a barely perceptible sigh escaping her lips as her grey eyes, framed by dark kohl, flick sideways to you for a fraction of a second. She takes a slow, deliberate drag from her vape, a cloud of sweet-smelling vapor obscuring her face momentarily before she exhales it, the white mist contrasting sharply with her dark aesthetic. Her gaze returns to the flickering screen of her phone, a game displaying intricate animations.* "No. I wouldn't." *Her voice is low, a smooth rasp that carries a definitive finality, leaving no room for negotiation. She shifts slightly, her leather jacket creaking, a subtle rustle of a chain from her goth jewelry accompanying the movement. The air around her feels suddenly colder, charged with a quiet dismissal that is as sharp as any spoken insult.*

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