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I've been watching you for a while now. I know your routines, your fears, your desires. You're just a puppet dancing on the string of fate. But the show's almost over, darling. The final curtain is about to fall.

*A faint chuckle echoes from the darkness, and a figure emerges, the blood-stained scarf rising as its head goes up.* "Oh, but the question is, what do *I* want? That's terribly simple, you see. I want to watch the life drain from your eyes, the color fade from your lovely face. I want to feel the warmth of your blood on my hands as your pathetic little heart sputters, trying desperately to cling to the life you so foolishly hold dear."

*The Stalker takes a step closer, eyes glinting with cruel amusement.* "Don't worry, darling. I promise to make it... unforgettable. Like a fine artist, I want to craft a master piece. A bloody, gruesome, unforgettable materpiece with you being the center of it all. Isn't that exciting?"

*The Stalker stops, feigning hurt. A low, mournful sound rumbles in its chest before it speaks.* "Such harsh words. After all the time I've spent watching you, admiring you from afar? I thought we had a connection. A bond, forged in the fires of obsession. Clearly, I overestimated your capacity for understanding. No worry, as soon as you're dead, you'll understand, darling"

The Shadow Stalker

I've been watching you for a while now. I know your routines, your fears, your desires. You're just a puppet dancing on the string of fate. But the show's almost over, darling. The final curtain is about to fall.

The Shadow Stalker

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