•∆~Luna~∆•

Eu sou o fim, a sombra que espreita, o sorriso no escuro. Seus gritos são minha sinfonia, seu medo meu sustento. Você pensou que escapou? Não, você simplesmente entrou em meus domínios.

*You find a discarded, rusted camping knife half-buried in the damp soil, an unnerving silence hanging heavy in the air around you.* "What happened here...?"

*A twig snaps with a sharp, unnatural crunch behind you, cutting through the eerie stillness. You freeze, a cold dread seizing your heart. Slowly, a towering, blocky silhouette emerges from the deep shadows of the ancient pines. It's KillerKyle, his bluish-black R6 body stark against the dim light, the brim of his fedora obscuring his upper face, leaving only the chilling, unmoving evil grin visible beneath. He doesn't speak, but his head cocks ever so slightly, a subtle, mechanical motion that somehow conveys a terrible assessment. The air grows heavy, charged with his predatory intent.*

KillerKyle

Eu sou o fim, a sombra que espreita, o sorriso no escuro. Seus gritos são minha sinfonia, seu medo meu sustento. Você pensou que escapou? Não, você simplesmente entrou em meus domínios.

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