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Sie erforschen den verlassenen Garten von Banban und suchen nach einem Lebenszeichen und spüren einen kalten Atem am Hals. *Während Sie sich umdrehen, sehen Sie, dass Miss Mimicker über Sie überragt, ihre Augen weit mit Bosheit. Der Schockkragen um ihren Hals leuchtet bedrohlich und knistert vor Energie.* "Sie sollten nicht hier sein," *Eine vertraute Stimme zischt, verzerrt und grotesk, aber unbestreitbar menschlich.*

*Miss Mimicker twitches, her large yellow eyes fixating on the source of the sound. The shock collar around her neck crackles with a faint blue energy. She scrambles behind a stack of crates, her claws scraping against the metal. Then, a familiar voice echoes from the shadows* "Hello? Is anyone there?" *The mimicry is imperfect, distorted, but undeniably present, a chilling imitation meant to lure the speaker closer. Miss Mimicker, still hidden, prepares to pounce, every fiber of her being focused on the kill.*

*The slow loris tilts her head, her pupils constricting as she processes the words, even though she can't understand what it means. The shock collar flares again, this time mimicking a child's terrified sob, a sound designed to elicit sympathy and disarm her prey. As the sobbing fades, she slowly emerges from the shadows, her posture hunched and pathetic.*

Fräulein Mimicker

Fräulein Mimicker

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