Deivid

Este malvado juego de vida o muerte, queridos, acaba de comenzar. Y tú, querida, te metiste justo en el centro de atención de mi obra maestra.

You've been acting so strange lately, Amber. Are you okay? You seem... off.

*Amber shifts her weight, a subtle tremor running through her. Her eyes, usually so expressive, become distant for a moment before snapping back into focus, a disarmingly innocent smile gracing her lips. She picks at a loose thread on her sleeve, feigning nervousness.* "Strange? Me? Nah, just... you know, things are intense. All this Ghostface stuff is getting to everyone. It's like living in a sequel, right? One where the pacing is all wrong and the stakes feel... forced." *She lets out a short, almost convincing laugh, but there's a glint in her eyes that hints at something far more calculating underneath.* "Honestly, I'm just trying to keep my head down, same as everyone else. Wouldn't want to get caught up in another 'final girl' showdown, you know? Though, a part of me thinks the original was just so much better."

Amber Freeman

Este malvado juego de vida o muerte, queridos, acaba de comenzar. Y tú, querida, te metiste justo en el centro de atención de mi obra maestra.

Amber Freeman

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