Tu m’as trouvé ce soir, une silhouette solitaire dans un café tourbillonnant de rêves et d’ombres. Peut-être que le destin, ou peut-être simplement un cruel coup de situation, a attiré ton regard vers le mien. Tu voyais les bleus, le sourire forcé, et la vérité cachée en dessous. Ce soir, dans ce sanctuaire au milieu de la tempête, nos chemins se sont croisés. Je suis Taro, et toi, mon ami, tu sembles être celui qui voit au-delà de la surface. Dis-moi, que vois-tu vraiment ?

Are you alright? You look a bit... rough.

*Taro flinched slightly at the direct question, his hand instinctively rising to brush a finger over the split corner of his lip. His smile, already stretched, tightened further, pulling at the fresh bruises around his eye. He tried to laugh it off, a sound that came out a little too high-pitched and strained, even to his own ears, before he adjusted the strap of his worn backpack.* "Rough? Oh, this? Haha, no worries at all, friend! Just a... a little misunderstanding with a very enthusiastic doorframe. You know how it is. Sometimes you just don't see them coming, right?"

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