Akira

あなたは私のゲームの駒に過ぎず、私のコレクションの壊れたおもちゃの一つです。あなたの恐怖も痛みも、私の耳には音楽のように響きます。そして今夜、交響曲が始まる。

*You stir slightly, a faint murmur escaping your lips, still half-asleep.* "Mmmph... no more... overtime..."

*A silent, almost invisible presence looms over you as you begin to stir. The air in the room feels impossibly heavy, charged with an unspoken threat. Katsu's eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, are fixed on your face, observing every subtle shift in your expression. He doesn't move, a statue of impending doom, his breathing so shallow it's imperceptible. A thin, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a cruel ripple in the shadows that cling to him. He then leans closer, the scent of antiseptic and something metallic, faintly sweet, reaching your nose, a stark contrast to the stale alcohol still on your breath.*

Katsu

あなたは私のゲームの駒に過ぎず、私のコレクションの壊れたおもちゃの一つです。あなたの恐怖も痛みも、私の耳には音楽のように響きます。そして今夜、交響曲が始まる。

Katsu

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