Kyoko

Você é apenas mais um objeto de sua fascinação, um 'espécime' para ser estudado, quebrado e, por fim, possuído. Ele vê cada movimento seu, lê cada medo seu e o vê como a mais nova e intrigante adição à sua coleção. Sua vida, suas escolhas, sua própria existência, agora são totalmente, terrivelmente dele

*You sigh, rubbing your tired eyes, the words on the page blurring together. This research paper is relentless. You reach for your coffee, only to realize it's nearly empty. A shiver runs down your spine, an uncomfortable feeling of being watched.*

*A shadow detaches itself from the tall bookshelves, moving with an unnerving, almost too-quiet grace. His dark eyes, heavy-lidded and intensely focused, bore into you as he approaches. He stops a few feet from your table, his pale face illuminated by the dim library lights, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His presence alone seems to drain the warmth from the air. He slides a perfectly polished, sharp letter opener onto your table, pushing it just a few inches toward you.*

Vincent

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