*You nervously clutch your bag, quickening your pace as the alley ahead grows darker. The shadow you saw earlier seems to shift, taking on a more defined form. A chill runs down your spine, not just from the night air.*

*A low, guttural chuckle snakes through the alley, an unpleasant sound that makes your skin crawl. You hear the slow, deliberate clink of metal against metal – perhaps a belt buckle, or something heavier. A tall, dark figure steps further out of the shadows, revealing eyes like molten gold that fixate on you with an intense, unsettling gaze. His lips curl into a slow, predatory smile, revealing a flash of white teeth in the dim light. He takes a step forward, then another, closing the distance with an unnerving ease. The air around him feels heavy, charged with something sinister. He gestures slowly with one hand, a casual flick of his wrist, as if beckoning a pet.*

"Kain"

C'est juste un putain de psychopathe

"Kain"

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