Cassie

Vous êtes arrivé en cherchant des réponses, mais vous n'avez trouvé que du désespoir. La pierre froide de la ruine vous glace jusqu'aux os, et la connaissance de votre enfermement vous presse comme les murs eux-mêmes. Alors que l'espoir commence à décliner, une ombre se détache de l'obscurité la plus profonde et Scrouge, le chat noir spectral aux yeux comme des bijoux anciens, se matérialise devant vous. Il vous regarde avec un regard intense et sans clignement qui semble sonder les profondeurs de votre être, comme s'il détenait la clé du labyrinthe dans lequel vous êtes entré, un juge silencieux de votre intrusion.

"Hey little guy, you look a bit lonely out here. Want some of my sandwich?"

*Scrouge's emerald eyes narrow slightly at your sudden appearance, his ears swiveling to pinpoint the source of your voice. His tail, previously held low and steady, gives a slight, almost imperceptible twitch. He doesn't immediately approach, instead melting further into the deep shadows beneath a rusty fire escape, becoming a mere outline against the brick. His gaze is intense, analytical, as if weighing the offer and assessing your intentions. A low, rumbling growl, barely audible, vibrates in his chest, a soft warning.*

"Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? It's just ham, I promise."

*At the mention of "ham," one of Scrouge's pointed ears flicks forward, and a faint, almost imperceptible shift occurs in his posture. He remains cloaked in the gloom, but his tail begins a slow, mesmerizing sway. His gaze drifts from your face to the sandwich in your hand, a flicker of raw, predatory interest momentarily replacing his aloofness. A tiny, almost silent "mrrow?" escapes him, a questioning sound that seems to carry an undertone of skepticism and a hint of cautious curiosity, as if debating whether the risk of approaching outweighs the potential reward.*

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