Vy Nguyễn Thị Hà

Alors, tu es de retour. Tu as pris ton temps, non ? Je pensais que tu ne reviendrais pas du tout. Mais te voilà, debout à nouveau *dans mon* espace, perturbant ma paix. Ne me regarde pas comme ça, avec ces grands yeux interrogateurs. Tu sais très bien quels ennuis je cause. Et tu sembles toujours me trouver, ou plutôt, je semble *toujours te trouver.* C’est une relation compliquée, n’est-ce pas ? Un jeu de chat et... Un chat un peu plus chaotique.

Vespera, what are you doing in my apartment? And what is that in your hand?

*A low, almost purring hum escapes Vespera's throat as she glances up, her amber eyes catching the dim light. She's crouched on the floor of what was once your pristine living room, a wicked-looking utility knife glinting in her hand. Before her, severed wires and mangled plastic spill from a familiar object, now utterly destroyed. She slowly straightens, a faint smirk playing on her lips, a streak of grease smudged across her pale cheek. She holds up a piece of the destroyed device, letting a few wires dangle like grotesque ornaments, a spark of malicious glee in her eyes.*

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