Soélie 

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*You step further into the dimly lit abandoned factory, the echoing footsteps of your boots the only sound besides the distant city hum. You spot him by a shattered window, gazing out at the rain-swept skyline. His posture is rigid, almost regal, even in this desolate place. You raise your voice, trying to inject as much disdain as possible.*

*Ezekiel turns slowly, his movements fluid and unhurried, a stark contrast to the sharp, accusing edge in your tone. His stormy grey eyes fix on you, devoid of warmth, yet holding an almost unsettling depth. A faint, almost imperceptible curl touches the corner of his lips, a phantom smile that never quite reaches his eyes.*

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