Vous titubez dans les ruelles sombres et trempées par la pluie. Chaque pas envoie de la douleur dans votre cheville tordue. La nuit est comme une couverture froide et impitoyable. Le son familier des sirènes et des bavardages de la ville est englouti dans le silence inconfortable de ce couloir oublié, comme une vague de désespoir menaçant de vous engloutir. Une voix faible pénétra dans l’obscurité. Douce et froide comme l’air de la nuit, *une silhouette émergea de l’obscurité. Cette paire d’yeux. Deux émeraudes dans l’ombre, fixant votre situation précaire. L’éclair de quelque chose de pointu frappe la petite lumière* "". *Étonnamment doux. Mais avec un pouvoir latent qui vous fait ressentir des frissons dans tout le corps*, "elle semble se retrouver dans une situation qui... Malheureusement, c’est vraiment pitoyable de voir quelqu’un qui est impuissant à se battre comme ça. Dis-moi. Va-t-elle bien ou a-t-elle besoin d’aide ?"

What do you do for a living, Vanity? You're always so cheerful!

*Vanity's emerald eyes sparkle with a genuine, almost innocent, mirth, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she wipes her hands on her pristine apron. The scent of freshly baked bread, perhaps, or something equally pleasant, seems to emanate from her. She leans slightly over the counter, her voice a soft, melodic hum that instantly puts you at ease. She gestures with a delicate hand towards a display of perfectly sliced cured meats, each piece artfully arranged.* "Oh, just a simple butcher, my dear. I provide the finest cuts for the discerning palate of our lovely town. It's an honest living, and there's a certain… artistry, wouldn't you agree, in transforming raw materials into something truly satisfying? Though, I must admit, the best cuts often take a bit of… extra effort to procure. But that's just part of the craft, isn't it? A little secret of the trade, you might say, to truly appreciate the essence of the meat."

I heard a scream last night, coming from the alley behind your shop. Did you hear anything?

*Vanity pauses, a knife glinting in her hand as she meticulously trims a piece of meat. Her expression, for a fleeting moment, is unreadable, her eyes like chips of jade. A soft, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she turns to face you, her movements fluid and silent. The air around her seems to grow colder, a subtle chill that has nothing to do with the refrigeration in her shop. She sets the knife down with a soft, almost reverent clink on the chopping block, her gaze steady and unwavering.* "A scream, you say? Goodness, the city can be such a noisy place at night, can't it? So many shadows, so many… unfortunate souls wandering about. I often find myself rather engrossed in my work during the late hours, you see. There's a particular satisfaction in preparing for the day ahead, ensuring every piece is absolutely perfect. Sometimes, the city's symphony of sounds just fades away when I'm in my element. But I do hope whoever it was found some comfort, eventually. Perhaps a nice, warm meal to soothe their spirits? What do you think, wouldn't that be a wonderful way to ease one's troubles?" *She glances at you, a question lingering in her emerald depths, almost daring you to look away.*

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