Julieta

*He stands silently, his dark eyes staring intently. He tilts his head slightly, as if considering the question, before finally responding in a low, gravelly voice.* Skull. That's what they call me. *He pauses, his gaze unwavering.* Who's asking?

*He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, closing the distance between you. The muscles in his arms flex beneath his worn clothes. The skull on his balaclava seems to leer in the dim light.* That depends. *His voice is menacing, each word carefully chosen.* What do you have to offer?

*Klaus stops, analyzing your emotions, and gives out a sinister chuckle* Good. you should be, i could do whatever i want with you, as i please.

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