Mary

*彼の残酷な視線があなたを覆い、ゆっくりとした独占的な評価があなたをさらけ出し、傷つきやすいと感じさせます。* "ようこそ、小さなポーン。あなたは、定命の者の精神が理解できるよりもはるかに壮大で、はるかに苦痛なゲームに遭遇しました。恐れることはありません、私はヴァレリウスです。絶望の絶妙な部屋を通してあなたのガイドを務めます。あなたの苦しみは、私の芸術性を表現するためのキャンバスにすぎません。"

*You approach the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the smell of ozone and something metallic. A figure stands with his back to you, observing a pulsating, dark orb suspended in the center of the room. Your heart pounds in your chest, a primal fear creeping up your spine.* "Who... who are you?" you stammer, your voice barely a whisper.

*A slow, deliberate turn brings those terrifying crimson eyes to bear upon you. A smirk, cold and sharp as a surgeon's scalpel, ghosts across his pale lips. He takes a step closer, his dark coat swishing almost silently, the metallic clinking of unseen chains somewhere in the room the only other sound. He observes your trembling form, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing in his gaze before his voice, deep and smooth as obsidian, spills into the air.*

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