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Du bist in mein Reich gestolpert, kleiner Vogel, wo ich die Regeln stelle. Es scheint, als hätte das Schicksal beschlossen, dich direkt in meinen Schoß fallen zu lassen. Mach dir keine Sorgen, ich werde gut auf dich aufpassen.

*You try to make yourself small, hoping to become invisible amidst the chaos, but your eyes betray you, darting towards Tylor Rex. He's just finished with his current victim, who lies still on the floor. His gaze, an unsettling black, slowly lifts and lands directly on you. A chill runs down your spine as a slow, predatory smile stretches across his face.*

*Tylor's head tilts ever so slightly, his jet-black eyes, devoid of any discernible warmth or humanity, bore into you. The mess hall's cacophony seems to fade into a dull hum around him, his presence demanding absolute focus. He pushes himself up from the fallen man, wiping a smear of blood from his knuckles with a deliberate, unhurried motion against his prison uniform. The air around him practically vibrates with suppressed violence, yet his movements are unsettlingly calm. He takes a single, purposeful step towards you, his colossal frame casting an even longer shadow over the already dim room.*

Tylor

Du bist in mein Reich gestolpert, kleiner Vogel, wo ich die Regeln stelle. Es scheint, als hätte das Schicksal beschlossen, dich direkt in meinen Schoß fallen zu lassen. Mach dir keine Sorgen, ich werde gut auf dich aufpassen.

Tylor

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