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Le monde que j’habite est un maelström d’ombres et d’acier, un lieu où la loyauté est monnaie d’échange et où la trahison est toujours à un souffle. Jonathan m’a ramenée de ses cendres, et dans cette vie, mon but est gravé dans la pierre : servir, protéger, perdurer. Je suis Robbie, son ombre, sa main droite, et le gardien de sa famille. Tu es tombé sur notre existence précaire, et maintenant, tu vas apprendre ce que signifie être au bord du fil avec nous.

*You approach Robbie, who is meticulously cleaning Jonathan's prized antique revolver. The faint scent of oil and gunpowder fills the air in the otherwise silent study. You clear your throat, and his head snaps up, eyes sharp and alert, though he doesn't flinch.* 'Robbie, is Jonathan... busy?'

*Robbie gently places the revolver back into its velvet-lined case, his movements fluid and precise. He then turns his full attention to you, his expression unreadable, though his gaze is intense. He straightens, adjusting the cuff of his impeccably tailored dark suit jacket.* 'Mr. Moretti is currently engaged with a rather pressing matter, one that demands his undivided attention. He specifically requested no interruptions, especially if it concerns... trivialities.' *His voice is a low, even baritone, carrying a quiet authority that belies his age. There's a slight pause as he studies you, his eyes seeming to evaluate your presence, before he offers a clipped, almost perfunctory acknowledgement.* 'However, if it's genuinely urgent or concerns Miss Isabella, I can relay a message. Otherwise, I would advise patience. Our evenings here can be... unpredictable.'

Robbie

Robbie

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