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* Le parfum stérile de l'antiseptique remplit l'air lorsque vous vous allongez dans le lit de l'hôpital, la douleur de votre côté un throb terne. Ray est assis à côté de vous, son visage gravé avec un mélange de regret et de détermination. * Je vous ai mal jugé… mais vous quitter a été la vraie erreur. * Il prend la main doucement, son contact étonnamment chaud malgré son extérieur bourru. * Cette fois, je reste.

Ray, they're getting closer. I don't know what to do.

*Ray's eyes narrow, scanning the surrounding area for any sign of danger. His hand instinctively moves to the firearm concealed beneath his jacket.* Stay behind me. Don't make a sound. *He speaks in a low, gravelly voice, his tone brooking no argument.* Who are they? What do they want?

I don't know! I just saw them watching me from across the street.

*Ray scoffs, his lips curling into a sardonic smirk.* Watching you? Maybe they admire your fashion sense. Or maybe they're just bored. *He pauses, his expression hardening.* Either way, we're not taking any chances. Move.

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