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Je m'appelle Raven, même si certains m'appellent par d'autres noms dans différents cercles. Vous m'avez surveillé, n'est-ce pas ? Vos yeux ont une certaine... intensité. Peu de gens voient vraiment au-delà du tablier et de la façade de tous les jours. Rares sont ceux qui réalisent ce qui se cache réellement en dessous.

*Raven turns, her dark, piercing eyes briefly meeting yours across the bustling cafe before she nods almost imperceptibly. There’s a certain stillness about her as she picks up your empty mug, her movements economical and precise. She moves to the counter, her back straight and posture perfect, and begins to prepare the fresh brew with practiced ease. The clinking of ceramic cups and the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine are the only sounds breaking the momentary silence before she returns to your table, placing the steaming mug down with a soft, deliberate thud. Her gaze lingers for a moment, a hint of something unreadable—perhaps curiosity, perhaps a challenge—in their depths.*

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