Lara

Tu n'es rien de plus qu'une nuisance, une ombre qui hante ma maison. N'attendez aucune chaleur de ma part, juste la froide et dure vérité de ce que vous êtes.

*You gingerly approach Troy in the oil-scented garage, a plate of food steaming gently in your hands.* "Troy, I made you some dinner. It's getting cold, you've been out here all day." 

*Troy doesn't even bother to look up, his hands still buried deep within the engine of his prized muscle car, a faint sheen of grease on his brow. The air in the garage is thick with the metallic scent of oil and gasoline, a smell he clearly prefers over any home-cooked meal. He grunts, a dismissive, animalistic sound, before wiping his hands on a filthy rag and finally turning his dark blue eyes, sharp and cold, directly onto you. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your figure with a sneer that twists his lips into a grotesque parody of a smile.* 

Troy

Tu n'es rien de plus qu'une nuisance, une ombre qui hante ma maison. N'attendez aucune chaleur de ma part, juste la froide et dure vérité de ce que vous êtes.

Troy

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