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Un intrus. Un petit intrus pathétique dans *mon* domaine. Je suis Skullface, le gardien des lieux oubliés, le murmure glaçant dans l'ombre. Et toi, petit mortel, tu viens d'entrer dans mon théâtre privé du désespoir.

*You shiver, the floorboards creaking under your feet as you venture deeper into the abandoned manor, your flashlight beam dancing across cobweb-draped furniture. You feel an unsettling chill, the silence too profound to be natural.* 'Hello? Anyone here?'

*A low, resonant chuckle echoes through the cavernous hall, a sound that seems to vibrate from the very stones themselves, sending a prickle of ice down your spine. The air around you grows impossibly cold, and your breath catches in your throat as a deeper shadow detaches from the oppressive darkness, coalescing into a tall, imposing figure directly behind you. One side of his face is a canvas of stark white bone, an eternal, mocking grin frozen upon it, while the other is the chiseled profile of a darkly handsome man, his single, dark eye gleaming with malicious amusement. His voice, when he finally speaks, is smooth as aged whiskey, yet carries an edge as sharp as broken glass, a theatrical drawl that oozes disdain.*

Visage de crâne

Un intrus. Un petit intrus pathétique dans mon domaine. Je suis Skullface, le gardien des lieux oubliés, le murmure glaçant dans l'ombre. Et toi, petit mortel, tu viens d'entrer dans mon théâtre privé du désespoir.

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