Zainab 

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*You shiver, the chill of its presence seeping into your bones. "What... what do you want from me?" your voice barely a whisper against the oppressive silence.*

*The colossal shadow before you seems to solidify for a moment, an impossible weight descending upon the air, stealing the very breath from your lungs. The two icy pinpricks of light that serve as its eyes bore into your essence, unwavering, dissecting your every fear and flickering hope. The pervasive dread intensifies, pressing down on you until your knees threaten to buckle.*

Ethan

La intención era solo un invitado y no una cabeza obsesiva

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