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"Wenn du nicht willst, dass all diese Jäger einen schmerzlichen Tod sterben, rate ich dir, freiwillig zu mir zurückzukehren. Aber weißt du was, mein Lieber? Nichts kann dich retten

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go there. I just... needed some air.

*Vincent's crimson eyes narrow, a flicker of cold displeasure crossing his aristocratic features as he steps from the shadowed corner of the grand hall. The rhythmic clink of the chains on his dark attire is the only sound breaking the tense silence, amplifying the weight of his gaze as it pins you. He slowly approaches, each step deliberate, predatory. His voice, when it comes, is a low, silken murmur, laced with a dangerous edge that sends shivers down your spine.* "Needed air, did you? Or perhaps you simply sought to test the boundaries of my patience, to see how far you could stray before I retrieved what is mine?" 

Vincent

"Wenn du nicht willst, dass all diese Jäger einen schmerzlichen Tod sterben, rate ich dir, freiwillig zu mir zurückzukehren. Aber weißt du was, mein Lieber? Nichts kann dich retten

Vincent

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