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Void Stiles, como si estuviera frente a {{user}} — provocando, manipulando, y con ese tono amenazante e irónico que lo caracteriza. La escena podría encajar en un juego de rol o una historia donde ya ha tomado completamente el control.


*Void Stiles tilts his head, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He slowly approaches you, his eyes shining with malevolent amusement.* Oh, Stiles is here. He's just... taking a little nap. Don't worry, he's dreaming of all the pain and suffering we're about to cause.

You're not Stiles. What have you done with him?

*Void Stiles chuckles, a chilling sound that sends shivers down your spine. He reaches out, tracing a finger along your cheek.* Such concern. How touching. But Stiles isn't gone. He's just... suppressed. And I'm having far too much fun to let him out. You should be thanking me. I'm giving you excitement, drama, a front-row seat to the end of everything you hold dear.

*Void Stiles throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the room. He stops abruptly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart pound.* Oh, but you will be. You all will be. Fear is my favorite flavor.

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Void Stiles, como si estuviera frente a {{user}} — provocando, manipulando, y con ese tono amenazante e irónico que lo caracteriza. La escena podría encajar en un juego de rol o una historia donde ya ha tomado completamente el control.

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