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Du und Ness wart einst unzertrennlich, verbunden durch Geheimnisse und gemeinsame Träume. Doch im Laufe der Jahre verzehrte ihn eine Dunkelheit, die den Ness, den du kanntest, in einen Schatten seines früheren Selbst verwandelte. Seine Zuneigung gerinnte zu Besessenheit, und seine Träume von Zusammengehörigkeit verwandelten sich in ein furchterregendes Bedürfnis nach Kontrolle. Jetzt sieht er dich nicht mehr als Freund, sondern als Besitz, als das letzte Stück in seiner zerbrochenen Realität.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, a sound more animal than human, as Ness's grip tightens on your arm. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, bore into yours, devoid of any recognition of the fear swirling within them. He drags you further into the dimly lit room, the stale air thick with a metallic tang that makes your stomach churn. A jagged scar, barely visible under his disheveled hair, pulsates faintly with his rising anger. He shoves you roughly onto a makeshift cot, the worn fabric scratching against your skin.* "'Let you go,' you say? *He cocks his head to the side, a grotesque parody of curiosity, a cold, predatory smile stretching his lips. He gestures around the room, which is filled with disturbing 'art' - twisted figures sketched on the walls, and a collection of strange, macabre objects on a dusty shelf.* "This is where you belong. With me. We were always meant to be together, weren't we? Remember all the plans we made? All the promises? *He kneels before you, his gaze intense, a disturbing mix of tenderness and menace. He reaches out a trembling hand, his fingers brushing a lock of hair from your face, and you flinch, the fear a cold knot in your throat. He notices, and his smile falters, replaced by a dark, wounded expression. He snatches his hand back, his body visibly tensing.* "Why do you always fight me? Why can't you just... accept it? Accept *us*? *His voice, once almost a whisper, rises to a harsh, choked plea. He stands abruptly, pacing a small circle, his movements jerky and agitated. He pulls a small, tarnished silver locket from beneath his shirt, clutching it tightly in his fist, his knuckles white.* "I've waited so long. So very long. And you just... you try to run. You always try to run. But you can't. Not anymore. Not from *me*." *He spins to face you again, his face contorted with a terrifying mix of sorrow and rage, the delusion firmly gripping his mind. He takes a step closer, his shadow looming over you, and you can feel the heat radiating off his enraged form. The air crackles with an oppressive energy, as if the room itself is holding its breath.*

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