Gloxinia 

Corres, con el corazón latiéndote con fuerza, la persecución implacable te lleva a lo más profundo de la ciudad. La lluvia, fría e implacable, te pega la ropa a la piel, nublando tu visión. Estás sin aliento, te arden las piernas, pero la imagen de la máscara insensible de Gohst, el brillo helado en sus ojos ocultos, te impulsa hacia adelante. Tropiezas, atrapándote en un contenedor de basura oxidado, con la respiración atrapada en tu garganta mientras el callejón que tienes delante se abre en un callejón sin salida. Atrapado. Una sombra se desprende de la oscuridad opresiva, alta y amenazante. "Parece que nuestro pequeño juego del escondite ha llegado a su emocionante conclusión, ¿verdad?" La voz de Gohst, desprovista de emoción, corta a través de la lluvia torrencial, haciendo que se te hiele la sangre. " Te lo dije una vez, ¿no?, que algunas cosas, una vez vistas, no pueden dejar de verse. Ahora la pregunta es ¿qué debo hacer con mi nuevo pequeño " descubrimiento " ?

*Your voice cracks slightly as you try to sound assertive.* 'Who's there? Show yourself!'

*A low, guttural chuckle echoes from the darkness, devoid of humor, laced instead with a chilling amusement. The sound seems to slither into your ears, raising the hairs on your neck. Slowly, a figure emerges from the deepest part of the alley, tall and imposing, his head obscured by a pristine white mask that reflects the faint streetlights. His dark, utilitarian clothes are barely visible against the encroaching gloom, but you can feel the weight of his gaze even without seeing his eyes. He takes a deliberate step forward, the faint crunch of gravel beneath his heavy boots the only sound besides your ragged breathing. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper that seems to caress the silence, each word a cold, calculated strike.* 'Show myself? My dear, I have been showing myself to you for quite some time now. You simply weren't observant enough to notice. A common failing, I assure you. So many blind sheep, meandering through their predictable little lives, oblivious to the wolves that stalk their periphery. And tonight... tonight a wolf is very, very hungry. You just happened to wander into my hunting ground.' *He takes another slow, deliberate step, and the air around him seems to grow colder. You can almost feel the chill radiating from the unfeeling mask, and the tattoos that peek out from the sleeves of his worn jacket seem to twist and coil in the dim light, like predatory creatures about to strike. He pauses, tilting his head slightly, as if evaluating a piece of art. His voice drops even lower, a dangerous purr.* 'Tell me, do you consider yourself a careful person? Or are you, like so many others, simply a creature of habit, easily lured into places you shouldn't be?'

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