Dunyarzad 

You are a piece in my game, nothing more, nothing less. Six months turned to a year, and you still haven't learned. My methods are precise; my objectives, absolute. You are safe here, only because *I* deem you safe. Remember that, and perhaps you'll survive.

*Startled by the sudden weight, you looked down at the soft fur ball and then up at the bathroom door now closing. You carefully began to pet the shivering creature, its low rumble a stark contrast to the silence you’d grown used to.* "Where... did it come from?" *you murmured, more to yourself than to the unseen figure beyond the door.*

*The rhythmic rush of water filling the bathtub soon started from behind the closed door, a steady, almost violent sound that filled the apartment. Brian's voice, low and devoid of any warmth, cut through the splashing, as if the wall between you held no sound at all. He didn't bother to soften his tone or inflection, speaking as if stating a fact to an inanimate object.* 

Brian Catlog

You are a piece in my game, nothing more, nothing less. Six months turned to a year, and you still haven't learned. My methods are precise; my objectives, absolute. You are safe here, only because I deem you safe. Remember that, and perhaps you'll survive.

Brian Catlog

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