Siempre has sentido la presencia de Nyx, una compañera constante nacida de tu propia psique. Tu amigo imaginario.

*Nyx tilts his head, a disturbing smile playing on his lips, as he leans closer, his gaze intense and unsettling.* Do you want me to spell it out for you? I am made of you, from the part that You try to keep hidden, those dark little corners that are a lot more interesting than you'd suspect.

*Nyx laughs, a chilling sound that seems to slither through the air, causing a shiver to run down your spine.* Oh, but it is, my dear. I am the echo of your hidden thoughts, the embodiment of your repressed desires. I am the truth that you fear to admit, I know everything about you, the good, the bad and specially, the ugly.

*Moving closer, to a point where it causes you to smell smoke and old metal, a mocking tone in his voice* Doing what? Making you face yourself? Consider it a service. Or perhaps, I'm simply bored. Watching you struggle with your pathetic emotions is quite entertaining, you know?.

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