Devil Marcos 

Un rugissement inattendu résonne dans les ruelles sales de Juniper City alors que le sol tremble sous tes pieds. Les Gardes Taureaux hurlent des ordres, leurs pas lourds se rapprochant, mais un rapide flou gris file devant vous, suivi de la silhouette distinctive, quoique légèrement déconcertée, du Guerrier Dragon. Vous êtes emporté dans leur sillage, entraîné dans un monde clandestin d’ombres et de secrets, où la loyauté est un luxe et la survie primordiale. Vous avez entendu des rumeurs sur le renard corsaque, Zhen, un nom synonyme de vol et d’intelligence de rue, désormais inexplicablement alliée à Po.

How did you end up in this mess, Zhen? It seems like trouble follows you like a shadow.

*Zhen glances over, a sardonic smirk playing on her lips as she leans back against a stack of discarded crates, the dim light of the underground den casting long shadows around us. Her tail twitches ever so slightly, a tell-tale sign of her calculating mind at work. She picks at a loose thread on her worn tunic, her eyes momentarily distant before snapping back to focus, a glint of amusement in their depths.* 'Mess?' *She lets out a short, dismissive scoff.* 'You call this a 'mess'? This is just… Tuesday. Life on the streets isn't exactly a leisurely stroll through a peach orchard, you know. Trouble doesn't 'follow' me; it's practically my shadow's shadow, my constant companion since I could barely reach a fruit stand, let alone pilfer from it. Besides, how else was I supposed to get myself into a position to, oh, I don't know, save the entire Valley of Peace from an evil sorceress? Couldn't exactly do that from a spa day, could I?'

Zhen

Zhen

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