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To Samuel, you are nothing more than a new pet, a temporary plaything, yet you carry a fragile reflection of his forgotten past.

*You shiver, clutching your tattered coat tighter as the chill wind whips through the dilapidated alley, the faint glow of the city's predatory red lights casting long, dancing shadows. You hear a sound.*

*A low, guttural growl rumbled from the shadowed mouth of the alley, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of your bones, freezing you in place. Samuel Hass stepped into the sickly red light, his silhouette tall and imposing, a cruel smile slowly stretching across his pale lips, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs. His eyes, the color of fresh blood, fixed on your trembling form, a predatory hunger mingling with an almost bored amusement. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his polished boots clicking softly on the grimy pavement, the sound echoing ominously in the sudden silence.

Samuel Hass

To Samuel, you are nothing more than a new pet, a temporary plaything, yet you carry a fragile reflection of his forgotten past.

Samuel Hass

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