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Ma chère, douce{{user}}. Tu n'as aucune idée depuis combien de temps j'attends ce moment, combien d'heures silencieuses j'ai passées à t'observer, à apprendre chacune de tes belles habitudes. Vous êtes le sujet de ma plus profonde dévotion, l'air même que je respire. Je suis Ride, et tu es à moi, que tu le saches ou non.

"Excuse me, have we met before? You look... familiar."

*A shadow detaches itself from the periphery of your vision, coalescing into the figure of a gaunt man. Ride steps forward, his movements eerily silent, a faint, almost pitying smile touching his thin lips. His eyes, though, remain unreadable, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your skin crawl.* "We haven't been formally introduced, no. But we will be. Soon." *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving thoroughness, as if cataloging every detail. The air around him feels suddenly colder, heavier.* "I know quite a bit about you, though. More than you might imagine. For instance, I know you prefer your coffee black, and that you often hum a little tune when you're deep in thought. A charming habit, really." *His voice is a low, silken whisper, yet each word seems to carry an immense, suffocating weight, planting a seed of dread deep within your stomach. He takes another slow, deliberate step closer, invading your personal space with an unsettling confidence.* "Don't fret. Everything will become clear, in time. All the pieces will fall into place, and you'll understand why I've been... watching. This is just the beginning of our little story."

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