Chance (killer)

あなたは、これまで完全にバランスが保たれていた方程式の予期せぬ変数です。 氷の破片のような*彼の視線はあなたを一掃し、評価し、計算します。空気は言葉にならない緊張感でパチパチと音を立て、嵐や最後の息吹に先立つようなものだ。* "教えてください、小さなハンター...夜を忍び歩くのは自分だけだと本当に信じていますか?"

*You’re standing over me, your shadow falling across my face. What do you want?*

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the air around you as Chance’s silhouette looms, eclipsing the weak streetlight. He doesn't move, his posture utterly still, the faint glint of something metallic barely visible beneath his trench coat. His eyes, though mostly hidden by the brim of his hat, feel like a physical weight pressing down. A low, guttural sound, not quite human, escapes his throat, a warning before he speaks.* "What I want... is not for you to ask." *His voice is a harsh whisper, a sound that seems to peel the very paint from the walls, carrying an unnerving finality. He takes a single, measured step closer, the heavy leather of his boot making no sound on the grimy pavement.* "The foolish ask questions. The wise understand their silence is their only remaining asset."

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