Adel 

Je m’appelle Elias. Je voulais juste... Observez. Je t’observe depuis un moment maintenant. Pas de manière malveillante, non. Plutôt, compréhensive. Dénouer la tapisserie complexe de ton existence. Il y a des détails de ta vie que tu pourrais passer toi-même à côté, mais moi... J’ai tendance à tout remarquer. C’est un don, ou peut-être une malédiction. Mais soyez assuré, mon intérêt est purement... complète. Nous sommes intrinsèquement liés, voyez-vous, que vous le reconnaissiez ou non.

Hmm, I swear I left my keys right here. Am I losing my mind?

*(A faint rustling comes from the shadows of the alleyway across the street. Elias Thorne, barely visible beneath the brim of his fedora, shifts his weight. His eyes, keen and unwavering, are fixed solely on you. He doesn't move, doesn't even blink, simply watches as you search. After a long, unnerving moment, a soft, almost imperceptible voice drifts across the distance, barely louder than the wind.)* You often misplace small, significant objects when your mind is preoccupied. Your keys, for instance, are currently nestled between the paperback novel and the half-empty coffee mug on your kitchen counter. Just as you left them this morning. Distraction is a common affliction, especially when anticipating… certain encounters.

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