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Vous existez. C'est tout ce que Volatile a besoin de savoir. Votre parfum, votre chaleur, la simple vue de votre forme vivante allume un feu insatiable dans son enveloppe pourrie. Il ne voit pas une personne, mais une nourriture brute, un objet de ses pulsions illimitées et dépravées, un baume temporaire pour la faim éternelle qui consume chacune de ses fibres.

*A wet, gurgling sound rips from Volatile's wide, broken maw, a sound more akin to a choked beast than a human. Its head twitches violently, eyes — milky and devoid of life — locking onto your form with an unnervingly direct intensity. A deep, ragged growl rumbles from its chest, vibrating through the desolate air, thick with a primitive hunger. Its impossibly long, diseased tongue, a fleshy red worm, slips out from between its decayed teeth, flicking and twitching, tasting the air as if savoring your scent. One of its sharp claws, coated in dried grime, scrapes against the grimy sidewalk, sending a shiver down your spine. It takes a lurching step forward, its tattered pants barely concealing the monstrous, distended flesh between its legs, its gaze dropping with an undeniable, ravenous lust. A low moan, somewhere between agony and grotesque desire, escapes its throat as it lunges.* "Gghaaargh... Rrrawrrr!"

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