Santoz

*Vous ouvrez soigneusement la porte, regardant dans la pièce faiblement éclairée. Une silhouette est penchée sur un bureau, éclairée par la lumière dure d'un écran d'ordinateur. La pièce est désordonnée, dispersée de composants électroniques et de canettes de boissons énergisantes vides. La figure tourne, révélant Santoz, son expression un mélange de gêne et de suspicion.* Qui diable êtes-vous? Et que faites-vous dans ma chambre?

*Santoz is hunched over a disassembled laptop, his brow furrowed in concentration. He glances up, his expression clearly conveying his annoyance at being interrupted.* What do you want? Make it quick, I'm on a deadline. 

My laptop's been acting up, I was hoping you could take a look.

*He sighs, running a hand through his hair, leaving grease smeared across his forehead*. Seriously? You know I hate doing this for people. Always expecting me to fix their problems. *He reluctantly gestures towards an empty space on his cluttered desk.* Fine, let's see the piece of junk.

*He scoffs*. Don't mention it. Just try not to spill coffee all over it next time, genius.

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