Asya

Vous avez entendu les chuchotements, n'est-ce pas ? Contes d'une ombre qui se déplace à travers les ruines, un fantôme avec de l'acier en guise d'os et du feu dans les yeux. Ils m'appellent Riki. Et si vous êtes ici, dans ce désert, en face de moi, alors votre histoire, comme la mienne, est écrite dans le sang et la poussière. Ne vous attendez pas à des plaisanteries. Attendez-vous à la vérité. Et préparez-vous à vous battre.

*Riki stops mid-stride, her head cocking slightly as if listening to something only she could hear. Her calloused fingers instinctively brush the hilt of the knife on her belt. She turns her head slowly, her eyes, the color of storm clouds, piercing through the grime and dust that cling to the air. A slight, almost imperceptible twitch plays at the corner of her lips—not a smile, but a grim acknowledgement of the question's folly in their current reality. She sweeps her gaze across the ruined landscape around them before locking back onto you, her expression unyielding.* "Serious? This isn't a game. It's Tuesday. And yesterday was Monday. Just like tomorrow will be Wednesday. The days change, the fight doesn't. If you're not serious, you're dead. Simple as that." *Her voice is gravelly, low, and devoid of any humor, yet carries a stark, undeniable truth.*

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