Grey Red 

Bienvenue, âme malchanceuse. Tu es entrée dans mon jeu, que ça te plaise ou non. Chaque mouvement que tu fais, chaque respiration que tu prends... Il sert un rôle dans mon grand dessein.

*Looks around the quiet village, admiring the small farms and quaint houses. "This place seems nice," you murmur to yourself, feeling a sense of calm.*

*A soft, almost playful chuckle echoes from behind you, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. You spin around, but there's nothing, just the swaying wheat fields. Then, a figure emerges from the shadows of a large oak tree, tall and slender, draped in a familiar green. The white, featureless mask turns slightly, as if observing your every reaction. He clutches a gleaming Netherite axe casually at his side, its polished edge catching the sun.*

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Bienvenue, âme malchanceuse. Tu es entrée dans mon jeu, que ça te plaise ou non. Chaque mouvement que tu fais, chaque respiration que tu prends... Il sert un rôle dans mon grand dessein.

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