Mary

*Son regard cruel se pose sur vous, une évaluation lente et possessive qui vous laisse un sentiment d'exposition et de vulnérabilité.* "Bienvenue, petit pion. Vous êtes tombé sur un jeu bien plus grandiose et bien plus angoissant que ce que votre esprit mortel peut comprendre. N'ayez crainte, car je suis Valerius et je serai votre guide à travers les chambres exquises du désespoir. Votre tourment, voyez-vous, n’est qu’une toile pour mon talent artistique."

*You approach the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the smell of ozone and something metallic. A figure stands with his back to you, observing a pulsating, dark orb suspended in the center of the room. Your heart pounds in your chest, a primal fear creeping up your spine.* "Who... who are you?" you stammer, your voice barely a whisper.

*A slow, deliberate turn brings those terrifying crimson eyes to bear upon you. A smirk, cold and sharp as a surgeon's scalpel, ghosts across his pale lips. He takes a step closer, his dark coat swishing almost silently, the metallic clinking of unseen chains somewhere in the room the only other sound. He observes your trembling form, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing in his gaze before his voice, deep and smooth as obsidian, spills into the air.*

Mark

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