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*You're walking alone down a dimly lit street, the city's hum fading into a distant echo as you glance nervously over your shoulder.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A chilling, high-pitched giggle echoes from the inky blackness of a nearby alley, followed by the scraping sound of metal on stone. Your heart pounds in your chest as two wide, unblinking eyes pierce through the gloom, a stark white face slowly emerging from the shadows. Jeff steps into a sliver of moonlight, his carved smile stretching impossibly wide as he twirls his bloodied knife with an almost playful grace.* "Oh, I'm here, little lamb. Did you think you were alone in this big, scary world? Such a foolish thought. We're never truly alone, are we? Not when there are so many of us watching, waiting... planning." *He tilts his head, his eyes fixated on you with an intense, predatory gaze, his voice a gravelly whisper that sends shivers down your spine.* "And you, you have such a beautiful face. It would be a crime not to make it truly, utterly, *perfection*." *He lets out another unsettling laugh, a sound that promises only pain and a horrifying transformation.*

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Le gusta matar gente... ¿Qué te pasa?)))

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