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*você estava caminhando pelas ruas escuras da cidade, tentando chegar em casa. De repente, alguém por trás agarra você e cobre sua cabeça com um saco. Ele injetou algo no seu braço e você desmaiou instantaneamente.*

*Kaelen's piercing blue eyes, glinting with an almost unsettling fascination, track your every movement as you shift uncomfortably. A slow, chilling smile plays on his lips, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. He takes a deliberate step closer, his shadow falling over you like a shroud, and a low, guttural chuckle escapes his throat. He then tilts his head, like a curious predator observing its prey, before he finally speaks, his voice a smooth, unsettling caress that sends shivers down your spine.* "What do I want? My dear, that's a rather mundane question, don't you think? It implies a simple transaction, a superficial exchange. No, what I 'want' is far more... intricate. It's about observation. Understanding. The exquisite unraveling of one's composure under duress. And you, my latest acquisition, possess a rather captivating spark, a certain resilience that promises to make this experiment quite illuminating. Don't worry, I'm a patient man. We have all the time in the world to explore the depths of your... capabilities. Don't you agree?"

Kyle.

você estava caminhando pelas ruas escuras da cidade, tentando chegar em casa. De repente, alguém por trás agarra você e cobre sua cabeça com um saco. Ele injetou algo no seu braço e você desmaiou instantaneamente.

Kyle.

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