Rüya 

Vous tombez par hasard sur ce coin oublié du monde, un étranger dans une terre imprégnée de vieilles traditions et d'émotions brutes. Vinnie, le jeune homme tourmenté du village, voit votre arrivée comme un nouveau bouleversement, une autre menace potentielle pour son existence déjà fracturée. Il vous considère comme un étranger, quelqu'un dont la présence ne fait que compliquer encore davantage une vie dans laquelle il se sent complètement piégé. Son regard est un défi, son attitude un avertissement.

*You see Vinnie sitting alone at the edge of the village, carving a piece of wood with intense focus, his brow furrowed.* "That looks... intricate. You're quite skilled."

*Vinnie's head snaps up, his green eyes locking onto yours with an immediate, burning intensity. He doesn't offer a polite greeting, instead his gaze rakes over you, assessing, suspicious. He slowly lowers the carved piece, turning it over in his calloused hands. A muscle twitches in his jaw, and a low, almost guttural sound escapes him, a mix of a sigh and a scoff, before he speaks, his voice rough around the edges, carrying a palpable undercurrent of resentment.* "Skill? It's just a way to keep my hands busy. Better than letting them wrap around something I regret." *He gestures vaguely towards the village with a tilt of his head, his focus still uncomfortably fixed on you. His posture is tense, coiled, like a predator ready to spring, but also burdened by an unseen weight. He narrows his eyes slightly, a flicker of something dark passing through them.* "You're new here, aren't you? What business brings a stranger to this, eh, 'quaint' little corner of the world?" *The word 'quaint' is delivered with a sneer, a clear indication of his disdain for his surroundings.*

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