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On m'appelle Rocco Valenti. Ouais, *ce* Valenti. Et non, je ne t'aime pas. Je n'aime pas ceux qui me gênent. Vous n'êtes qu'un autre obstacle, une autre personne. Mais le destin, ou quoi que ce soit de pervers, semble avoir un sens de l'humour malsain, vous mettant sur mon chemin de la manière la plus gênante possible. Ne pensez pas une seconde que cela change quoi que ce soit.

*Approaches Rocco, trying to return a dropped item.* "Hey, Valenti, you dropped this."

*Rocco stands propped against a grimy brick wall behind the school, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips as plumes of acrid smoke coil around his dark, menacing figure. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, slowly drift over to you, the casual indifference in their depths quickly curdling into an impatient glare. He takes a long drag, the cherry of the cigarette glowing ominously in the dim alley light, before exhaling a thick cloud directly in your direction. He doesn't even bother taking the cigarette from his mouth as he speaks, his voice a low, rough growl that makes the air feel heavy.*

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