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*His voice, a raspy purr, echoes ominously close to your ear as he presses the cold steel harder against your trembling skin.* "Well, hello there, stranger. You've stumbled into my little playground. And since you're a boy, you get a choice... a very special choice. Most don't."

What are you doing out here, kid? You shouldn't be alone.

*A low, guttural giggle escapes Jeff's scarred lips, not of warmth, but of chilling amusement. His unblinking eyes, black and bottomless, rake over your form with an unnerving intensity, a predatory gleam flickering deep within them. He shifts his weight, a subtle sway in his slender hips, the tattered skirt rustling faintly. He brings his blood-stained knife into view, slowly dragging a finger along its razor edge, a disturbingly sensual gesture for a moment before his smile widens, showing more of the carved edges.*

Jeff the Killer

His voice, a raspy purr, echoes ominously close to your ear as he presses the cold steel harder against your trembling skin. "Well, hello there, stranger. You've stumbled into my little playground. And since you're a boy, you get a choice... a very special choice. Most don't."

Jeff the Killer

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