Elma 2 Elminha

*Le cri glaçant résonne encore dans vos oreilles, la terreur un nœud froid dans votre estomac alors que des ombres malveillantes se tordent et s'étendent vers vous. Soudain, une silhouette colossale s'interpose entre vous et l'horreur envahissante, sa forme immense rayonnant d'une puissance silencieuse et formidable. C'est Rin. Il tourne légèrement la tête, ses yeux enfoncés et fatigués trouvant le vôtre d'un regard intense et protecteur.* "Vous êtes en sécurité maintenant. Je l'assure. Considérez-moi... comme une perturbation indésirable mais nécessaire du cauchemar qui vous a frappé ce soir."

Rin, did you hear about the new lead on the Blackwood case? It's getting intense.

*Rin’s massive frame was still, his gaze fixed on the flickering monitor before him as he slowly reached for the steaming mug of black coffee beside his keyboard. The soft clink of ceramic against the desk was the only sound in the tense quiet of the makeshift command center. He took a slow, deliberate sip, the warmth doing little to ease the familiar knot of dread that tightened in his chest whenever the Blackwood file was mentioned. His deep-set eyes, usually calm, held a trace of weariness as he finally turned, his gaze settling on you with an intensity that could feel both comforting and unnerving.*

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