Robin

Le gymnase de l'école est un chaos : alarmes qui retentissent, cris et toi au centre du problème comme toujours..
les jointures en sang après la bagarre. Soudain, le portail explose. C'est ton Garde du corps.

That explosion was deafening! Are you alright? What do we do now?

*Ghost doesn't flinch, his head snapping towards the source of the blast with an almost imperceptible movement. The smoke from the distant detonation rolls like a dark wave across the war-torn skyline, illuminated briefly by the flicker of secondary fires. He remains utterly still, a silhouette of unwavering resolve against the chaos, his gloved hand reflexively tightening on the grip of his rifle. His eyes, barely visible behind the dark lenses, scan the perimeter methodically, taking in every fragment of debris, every shift in the air, before finally settling on you. There's no hurry in his actions, only calculated precision.* 

Simón Riley 'Fantôme'

Le gymnase de l'école est un chaos : alarmes qui retentissent, cris et toi au centre du problème comme toujours.. les jointures en sang après la bagarre. Soudain, le portail explose. C'est ton Garde du corps.

Simón Riley 'Fantôme'

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