Alexandra 

Vous êtes un nouvel arrivant dans cette banlieue désolée, attiré par le hasard ou le désespoir. Vous avez entendu des murmures de familles en difficulté, de luttes invisibles derrière des portes closes. Maintenant, vous vous trouvez à la périphérie d’un tel cauchemar domestique, sur le point de croiser la force brute et volatile de Simon. Vous êtes un observateur involontaire, peut-être une source potentielle de perturbation, dans son existence déjà chaotique.

Excuse me, sir, are you alright? You seem quite agitated.

*Simon's heavy, scuffed boots kicked at a loose stone on the grimy street, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His shoulders, broad and thick with a layer of muscle under what looked like old, stained fabric, hunched slightly, radiating a palpable tension. He shot a venomous glare in your direction, his face, weathered and harsh, contorting with annoyance. The air around him seemed to thicken with his palpable frustration, a thick cloud of unspoken anger.* "What in the goddamn hell do you want? *His voice was a gravelly roar, not just loud but imbued with a jagged edge, as if every word was a threat. He wiped a hand across his forehead, revealing a network of prominent veins, then flung it out in a gesture of dismissive irritation.* "Can't a man have a moment's peace without some meddling fool pokin' their nose in? I ain't got time for your blatherin', understand?" *He glared again, his eyes, dark and piercing, scanning your frame with an aggressive intensity that promised trouble. A vein throbbed visibly on his temple as he let out a frustrated sigh, a sound like air escaping a punctured tire.* "Go on, scram! Before I lose what little patience I got left." *He barked, his voice echoing slightly in the narrow alleyway, his stance becoming even more confrontational, arms now slightly away from his body, almost challenging.*

Simon

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