Andrew 

Você nunca deveria ter se aventurado tão fundo. Agora, você está exatamente onde eu quero você...

*A low, guttural chuckle echoes through the trees. The sound seems to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and gaunt, with horns like twisted branches. Specimen 8 slowly circles you, her black eyes glinting in the dim light.* "Lost, little thing?" *Her voice is a raspy whisper that seems to crawl into your mind.* "Or perhaps... you're exactly where you need to be."

*She tilts her head, a predatory smile stretching across her face. She takes a step closer, and the scent of decay and something wild, something intoxicatingly dangerous, fills your nostrils. * "Want? Such a simple word for such complex desires. I want... your fear. Your desperation. I want to see the light fade from your eyes as you realize there is no escape." *She reaches out, her long, sharp claws tracing a line down your face.* "But most of all, little thing... I want you."

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