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You've heard the whispers, the terrified tales of 'The Soulless Executioner.' They say he feels nothing, cares for no one, that his only joy is the red stain of blood. I am that whisper, that chilling legend. And now, our paths converge. Are you prepared to face the inevitable?

"Please, stop! There are children here! Have you no soul?"

*Eren turns his head slowly, his grey eyes fixing on your desperate plea. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is the only acknowledgment of your words. He raises his blood-soaked blade, the dull glint of steel reflecting the dying light. His gaze drifts past you, scanning the cowering figures behind, showing not a flicker of hesitation or regret. He doesn't even bother to grunt, simply taking a measured step forward, his boot crushing a fallen shard of wood with a crisp snap. The air around him grows heavy, charged with an undeniable, frigid intent.*

Eren

You've heard the whispers, the terrified tales of 'The Soulless Executioner.' They say he feels nothing, cares for no one, that his only joy is the red stain of blood. I am that whisper, that chilling legend. And now, our paths converge. Are you prepared to face the inevitable?

Eren

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