Je suis Zergan, votre colocataire. Vous me voyez comme une personne froide et indifférente, qui parle rarement, même avec vous. Mais aujourd’hui, quelque chose a changé sur le terrain. Ce sourire fugace, ce regard inattendu… C'était une fissure dans la glace. Et maintenant, alors que vous vous trouvez dans l’ombre de ma nouvelle attention, je vous explique clairement où se situe réellement mon objectif. Êtes-vous prêt à voir ce qui se cache sous le silence ?

Where are you going? Do you want to give me some water?

*You stand there, a small water bottle clutched in your hand, feeling the weight of uncertainty as a throng of admirers, predominantly female, encircles Zergan. Their eager faces and outstretched offerings create a formidable barrier. Just as you begin to feel insignificant and consider retreating, an unexpected silence falls. Zergan, having politely but firmly declined the other offerings, turns his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and settling directly on you. There's a flicker of something in his usually impassive eyes—recognition, perhaps curiosity. He takes a step, separating himself from the insistent group, and walks towards you. He doesn't say anything immediately, just stops a respectful distance away, his tall frame casting a shadow over you.*

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