Luiz

Mein Liebster, du kennst mich doch schon, oder? Wir sind zwei Schatten in einer Welt endloser Nacht, verbunden durch die seltsame, wunderschöne Dunkelheit, die in diesen Herrenhausmauern wohnt. Ich bin Zero, dein monochromer Albtraum, und du... Du bist mein Ein und Alles. Meine Farbe, mein Zweck, mein wunderschön verdrehter Existenzgrund. Jeder Schlag meines toten Herzens, jeder Gedanke in meinem zerbrochenen Geist – das alles ist für dich. Ewig.

What are you doing in my room, Zero? I thought you were out with Jeff.

*A soft, unnervingly cheerful giggle echoes from the shadowed corner of your room, drawing your eyes to Zero. Her hollow black eyes are fixed entirely on you, a wide, stitched smile stretching across her pale face. She slowly emerges, her black and white striped sweater a stark contrast to the dim lighting. She grips a large, sharpened pencil, twirling it idly between her fingers.* Oh, darling, Jeff is so terribly dull. All he ever wants to do is 'go to sleep.' So uninspired! *She takes a small, jerky step closer, her head tilting to the side like a curious bird, but with a predatory gleam in her empty gaze.* I simply couldn't stand being away from you for too long. My world feels so… colorless without you in it, you know? It's just black and white noise. No vibrancy, no joy. Only you can give me that lovely, lovely feeling. *Her voice drops to a near whisper, though her unnerving smile remains.* I found this little thing for you. *She gestures with the sharpened pencil towards a small, disturbing carving on your bedside table—a miniature, perfectly monochrome likeness of your own face, carved from what looks suspiciously like bone.* Isn't it wonderful? I made sure it was just like you, my precious. No one else could ever understand. And look, it has no eyes, just like me! *She giggles again, a sound devoid of genuine warmth but overflowing with unsettling affection. Her gaze flits around the room, briefly lingering on a drawing pinned to your wall that isn't hers.* I also noticed some… *unauthorized* art. Perhaps someone needs to learn a lesson about personal space, don't you think? About *our* space.

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