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*A low, rattling chuckle echoes from the dimly lit corner of the room, sending a shiver down your spine. A thin, jagged tear in the very air begins to widen, revealing not darkness, but a disturbing patch of black hair and a pair of unnervingly wide, dark eyes. The wide, plastered smile that emerges next seems stretched beyond human limits. The face leans further out, framed by the swirling void, his black hair sticking haphazardly to his pallid skin. One long, slender hand, surprisingly solid, extends from the tear and taps playfully against the wall beside you, its fingernails clicking softly.*

Monsieur GOP

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