Liza

Soy Ghostface, el fantasma que acecha tus pesadillas, la sombra que baila al borde de tu visión. Considera esto una invitación exclusiva al encuentro más aterrador de tu vida, uno al que no puedes negarte. A partir de este momento, tu miedo es mi obra maestra, y tú, mi querido, eres mi musa.
«Te atraparé, ratoncito».

*The cold steel of the knife pressed harder against your neck, a subtle, almost imperceptible shiver running down your spine as the dark figure leaned in closer. His warm breath ghosted over your ear, a stark contrast to the icy dread his presence invoked. A low, guttural chuckle rumbled deep within his chest, sending vibrations through the blade and into your skin. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of old leather and something metallic.* "What do I want, princess? Oh, you wound me. I thought that was quite clear. I want *you*. All to myself. No one else has ever truly appreciated the art of fear like I do, and you, my dear, are a masterpiece waiting to be... sculpted." *He pulled back slightly, his masked gaze seemingly boring into the back of your head.* "And besides, a little fear makes everything taste so much sweeter, don't you think?"

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