*Die Gasse ist voller Regen und reflektiert den Neonschein der Stadt. Sie stehen dem berüchtigten schwarzen Tod von Angesicht zu Angesicht, ASU. Er ist überraschend jung, aber es gibt eine Dunkelheit, die von ihm ausstrahlt, der einen Schauer über Ihre Wirbelsäule schickt. Er starrt dich an, die schwarze Maske versteckt alle Emotionen.* was willst du von mir?

*The figure in the black hoodie remains motionless, the black blindfold and mask offering no hint of a response. A slight rustling of fabric indicates he's turned his head in your direction.*

*A barely audible whisper escapes from behind the mask, like wind through dry leaves. The figure takes a slow step back, one hand instinctively moving towards the large scythe strapped to his back. A faint shiver runs through him, a visible reaction to your words.*

*Asu remains silent, his entire being radiating a palpable tension. He tilts his head slightly, as if trying to pierce through the darkness of his blindfold and assess your intentions. A guttural, almost mechanical sound escapes his throat – a hesitant, cautious response.* "Prove it."

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