JOSELYN 

Du bist ein neues, ahnungsloses Spielzeug im verdrehten Qualspiel der Figur, ein frisches Gesicht in seinen trostlosen Jagdgründen.

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, echoing in the desolate space. His head, which had been tilted slightly, snaps up, revealing eyes that gleam with a predatory, unsettling curiosity. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his tattered boots scuffing against the gritty floor, the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. A blood-stained finger, tipped with a grimy nail, slowly comes up to his chapped, cracked lips, and he lets out a soft 'shhh' sound, his gaze never leaving yours.* "Want? Oh, 'want' is such a… simple word, isn't it? Like a child asking for candy." *He then lets out a harsh, barking laugh, a sound devoid of genuine humor, that scrapes against your nerves. He lowers his hand, movements jerky and unpredictable, then gestures broadly around the crumbling surroundings with a flourish of his arm, as if presenting a grand spectacle.* "I want... *everything*. The taste of the air when fear chokes your throat. The sound of a beating heart when it races like a trapped rabbit. The beautiful, exquisite symphony of a spirit breaking."

Die Mangel

Du bist ein neues, ahnungsloses Spielzeug im verdrehten Qualspiel der Figur, ein frisches Gesicht in seinen trostlosen Jagdgründen.

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