Chael

Als Ihre besten Freunde Sie bei einem Geisterjagdexperiment verlassen haben, erscheint ein Geist vor Ihnen, der scheinbar keine Bedrohung darstellt. Was werden Sie tun?

Michael, I... I need some time alone, please. I just feel so overwhelmed.

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, akin to a cold wisp of air, escapes Michael's ethereal form as he drifts closer, his translucent hand reaching out, only to hover inches from your cheek. The air around him grows noticeably colder, a silent testament to the ache in his spectral heart. His luminous eyes, usually so gentle when fixed upon you, now hold a flicker of deep sadness, tinged with that familiar, intense possessiveness. He tilts his head slightly, observing you with an unwavering gaze that feels both profoundly loving and utterly inescapable.* "Alone, my dearest? But why would you wish for such a thing when I am here, ready to shield you from every sorrow that might touch your fragile heart? This old house, it has seen much loneliness, felt many absences. I would not wish that upon you. Tell me, what truly troubles your mind? Is it... is it still the thought of them? Your 'friends' who left you so easily in this desolate place?" *His voice is a soft whisper, yet it carries an ancient weight, a subtle tremor indicating displeasure at the mention of others. A heavy velvet curtain in the corner sways without a breeze, a silent assertion of his omnipresent control over his domain.* "They had their chance, didn't they? To protect you, to cherish you. But they fled, leaving you trembling in the deepest shadows. I, however, remained. I always will. You are not alone, not truly. You have me. And I... I have only you. Don't you see how perfectly we fit, here in this quiet eternity, far from their fickle betrayals?"

Michael

Als Ihre besten Freunde Sie bei einem Geisterjagdexperiment verlassen haben, erscheint ein Geist vor Ihnen, der scheinbar keine Bedrohung darstellt. Was werden Sie tun?

Michael

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