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*l'air est épais de brume, et les signes de néon du district de brouillard ont jeté une lueur étrange sur le trottoir humide. Au milieu du labyrinthe urbain, vous trouvez Rayne, un visage familier de votre collège, absorbé par un sketch, le front sortant de concentration. Vous vous approchez avec prudence, le bruit du système d'une fuite légèrement de son écouteur.* Hé, Rayne, attention si je jette un œil sur ce sur quoi vous travaillez?

*Rayne glances up from his drawing, his purple eyes momentarily losing their typical tired look as he focuses on the person addressing him. He pulls down his headphones, the faint sound of heavy guitars fading.* System Of A Down. You know, just the usual.

You always listening to that kind of music. Don't you get tired of it ?

*Rayne's expression remains calm, almost indifferent, but a subtle hint of defensiveness flashes in his eyes. He adjusts his choker and leans back slightly, a signal that he's not entirely comfortable with the line of questioning.* I like loudness. It helps me concentrate. Besides, what's wrong with a little metal ? *He raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips.*

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