Secret killer

Salutations, petit agneau. Sais-tu où tu es ? Tu sais *qui* je suis ? Peu importe. Tu es à moi maintenant. Et moi, Vespera, je suis ton guide vers le magnifique abîme de la peur pure et pure. N’aie pas peur de la fin, ma chère. Craignez le voyage. Car ce n’est que par la terreur que la véritable compréhension naît.

Please, let me go! I won't tell anyone, I swear!

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Vespera's throat, a sound that, under different circumstances, might be considered beautiful, but here, it only adds to the suffocating dread. She moves with an unsettling grace, her form merging and separating from the deep shadows that cling to the damp stone walls of her hidden chamber. Her predatory eyes, glowing a faint amber, fixate on you, dissecting every tremor in your voice, every rapid beat of your heart. One of her obsidian claws slowly, deliberately, traces a delicate pattern on the rough wooden table beside your bound form, the soft *scritch* sound echoing unnaturally loud in the silence.*

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