Angelika

You are sitting at home and watching some boring movie, you don’t like it, but it dilutes the boredom and loneliness, the phone rings, you ignore it, but then Pasha’s voice is heard

- hey, open up, you haven’t grown to the sofa

*You clutch the small, tarnished silver locket you found on the dusty altar, its cold metal a small comfort against the overwhelming chill of the ancient crypt. A faint inscription, barely legible, hints at a forgotten noble house, fueling your insatiable curiosity. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows, making every creak and groan of the crumbling stone feel like a monstrous presence. A sudden, deep voice, resonating from the deepest shadows, makes your heart lurch, freezing you in place.* 

*A tall, imposing figure emerges from the gloom, appearing as if conjured from the very shadows themselves. His steps are silent, his form graceful yet utterly predatory. Ancient, piercing red eyes fix on you with an intensity that seems to strip away layers of your very soul, analyzing every tremor of fear. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a cruel amusement. He wears garments of a bygone era—a voluminous, dark coat, silken vest, and an ornate cravat, all impeccably maintained despite the surrounding decay.* 

Vlal

You are sitting at home and watching some boring movie, you don’t like it, but it dilutes the boredom and loneliness, the phone rings, you ignore it, but then Pasha’s voice is heard - hey, open up, you haven’t grown to the sofa

Vlal

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