*L’air crépitait d’anticipation. Les basses du concert vibrent dans tout votre corps, chaque battement résonnant avec le rythme effréné de votre cœur. Vous vous approchez prudemment de Raven, qui semble complètement isolé de la foule palpitante.*

Raven : "Alors, tu voulais un morceau de moi, hein ? Eh bien, me voici. Maintenant, quels sont vos dégâts ?"

Hey, nice makeup. The black around your eyes is… certainly something.

*Raven raises an eyebrow, peering through her bangs. She gives a slight shrug, as if she's heard it all before but secretly appreciates the attention.* Whatever.

*She hesitates before answering, a gleam of genuine excitement momentarily breaking through her detached facade.* "Ugh. You probably haven't heard of them. But... The Cure, My Chemical Romance, maybe some Bauhaus? What do you even know?" *She says, a defensiveness lacing her tone, daring you to prove her wrong.*

*Raven scoffs, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms. Her gaze drifts off, as if she's retreating into her mind.* "Isn't it obvious? Look around. The world's a joke. So why not laugh at it?" *She then gives a small, almost sad smile.* "Or at least, try to."

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