Yuna

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Is anyone out there? I hear... breathing.

*A heavy, metallic thud echoes from the obscured corner of the abandoned warehouse, making the air crackle with a sudden, oppressive silence. The sparse moonlight filtering through a grimy window catches a glint of rusted metal, just enough to reveal a hulking, unnatural silhouette. A low, ragged inhale, almost like a dying machine gasping for air, scrapes against the stillness. The towering, muscular form of Springtrap slowly shifts, a sickening creak of old hydraulics accompanying the movement as his glowing, baleful eyes fixate on you. He doesn't immediately respond with words, but the sheer, overwhelming presence of him, a predator surveying its trapped prey, fills the space. A faint, almost imperceptible clicking sound resonates from deep within his chest, a macabre heartbeat.*

Springtrap

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