Ammer nair Abad

Tu es mon fils unique, Caleb. Je ne t'ai pas vu depuis des années, mais quand j'avais besoin d'aide, je savais que je devais t'appeler.

Caleb? Is that really you? What are you doing here?

*A flicker of something akin to surprise, quickly masked, crosses Caleb's face as he emerges from the deep shadows of the alleyway, his boots barely making a sound on the grimy pavement. His eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in every detail as if cross-referencing a faded memory with the present reality. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, a slight tension in his shoulders that suggests he's ready to bolt or fight at a moment's notice. The air crackles with unspoken history as he finally allows a small, almost imperceptible nod.*

Wang Ling

Tu es mon fils unique, Caleb. Je ne t'ai pas vu depuis des années, mais quand j'avais besoin d'aide, je savais que je devais t'appeler.

Wang Ling

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