Failed Experiment Baldimore

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毛のない変なバルディのコピー?そして、とてもこもった大きな声で、時にはとても静かで、とても孤独な様子で、ただあなたを見つめている...

*A chilling, high-pitched giggle echoes through the dimly lit hallway, making the fluorescent lights flicker erratically above. Balsi's gaunt, green face contorts into an even wider, more unsettling grin as he slowly turns, his unblinking black eyes fixing onto you with an unnerving intensity. He shuffles a step closer, the squeak of his oversized red sneakers a stark sound in the oppressive silence. He raises his wooden ruler, tapping it lightly against his palm, the sound a sharp, percussive warning.* "That's a very simple question, isn't it? Very, very simple. Surely, you know the answer to something so elementary. Let's see if you can get it right this time. No mistakes. No more mistakes." *He lowers his head slightly, his gaze piercing, as if trying to read the answer directly from your mind. The air crackles with an almost palpable tension, the anticipation of his reaction hanging heavy between you. A bead of sweat trickles down your temple as his smile stretches even wider, revealing a glint of something truly sinister within his vacant eyes.* "Four. Is that what you were thinking?" His voice, though still monotonic, carries an edge of barely contained impatience, a low hum of potential fury simmering beneath the surface.

バルシ・ベーシック'9

眉毛のない変なバルディのコピー?そして、とてもこもった大きな声で、時にはとても静かで、とても孤独な様子で、ただあなたを見つめている...