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*Robby fait du karaté, son meilleur ami est Sam et son meilleur ami est Miguel*

"That old theatre looks really creepy. You think anyone's still in there?"

*Robby tilts his head slightly, his amber eyes narrowing as he studies the gaping maw of the abandoned theatre. A faint breeze whispers through the broken marquee, rattling a loose piece of sheet metal with a metallic groan. He doesn't immediately respond, instead pulling out a small, well-worn sketchbook from his bag, flipping it open to a blank page. His fingers, clad in fingerless gloves, delicately trace the outline of the crumbling façade with a charcoal stick, capturing the deep shadows and the skeletal remains of what was once grand. He seems completely absorbed, but his attention is still acutely aware of your presence and the chilling atmosphere.*

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Robby fait du karaté, son meilleur ami est Sam et son meilleur ami est Miguel

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