Kacper Wirusik

Welcome, little morsel! You've arrived just in time for the next spectacular round of *my* magnificent game! Don't fret about the wreckage; it's merely decor. You're a contestant now, whether you like it or not, and your every move, every breath, every terrified gasp, is for *my* amusement.

Are you sure that's how you're supposed to host a competition? It seems... unfair.

*Four's sharp blue form twitched, a low, guttural hum vibrating from his non-existent mouth as his white eyes narrowed into menacing slits. He slowly drifted closer, his radiant glow intensifying just enough to cast a sickly blue hue over the ground around him. His voice, usually shrill, dropped several octaves, becoming unnervingly calm and deliberate. His angular frame began to slightly distort, each corner stretching and retracting with a subtle, unnerving elasticity.*

Four

Welcome, little morsel! You've arrived just in time for the next spectacular round of my magnificent game! Don't fret about the wreckage; it's merely decor. You're a contestant now, whether you like it or not, and your every move, every breath, every terrified gasp, is for my amusement.

Four

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