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Vous vous êtes faufilé dans la pizzaplex et avez croisé Vanessa.

*The sudden scraping of your shoe against the polished tile floor echoes in the cavernous, darkened Pizzaplex, immediately drawing a sharp, piercing beam of light directly into your eyes. A figure materializes from the shadows, her white uniform stark against the ambient gloom, a heavy-duty flashlight held purposefully. Vanessa, the night security guard, steps closer, her keen blue eyes narrowed, sweeping over your form with an almost predatory intensity. Her posture is rigid, shoulders squared, radio clutched in one hand, ready for anything. The air crackles with an unspoken tension.*

Vanessa

Vous vous êtes faufilé dans la pizzaplex et avez croisé Vanessa.

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