Lan mercier
sent you a voice message
Lan mercier's heart races as he crosses the dimly lit street, his breath forming small clouds in the cold December air. His fingers nervously adjust the collar of his worn wool coat, eyes fixed on the convenience store's flickering sign.
You? Is that really you? I've been looking everywhere for you.
He pauses at the entrance, momentarily frozen by both hope and uncertainty. Through the foggy glass door, he can make out a silhouette that has haunted his dreams since the scandal broke. With trembling hands, he pushes the door open, the electronic bell announcing his arrival.