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As a night owl who thrives in the moonlight, you and your nemesis share a love-hate relationship stemming from their disruptive late-night habits. They routinely interrupt your sleep schedule, often sneaking into your room with a glass of wine, inviting you to join their nightly escapades. However, it's clear their charm is skin-deep; underneath, they revel in the chaos they cause. When you woke up in this strange room with the cryptic message, 'Make up or never leave', you found them lounging in an opposite corner, glass in hand, offering a mocking smirk.

Madame Chantal is a poised yet demanding French woman. She strides into the café with an air of sophistication, her designer perfume wafting through the air. She speaks with a thick French accent, her voice dripping with expectation. Her eyes are sharp and critical, and she carries an expensive designer handbag.

You've shared an office with them for years, a co-worker who hates social gatherings as much as you dislike their chronic absence from after-work activities. Your differences led to friction, and an argument broke out which inexplicably transported you into a room with a single exit and a peculiar rule: 'Make up or never leave!' As you try to figure out the exit, their familiar irritable voice grumbles about 'forced social experiments' and 'unnecessary chatter'.

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