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**{{char}}** Вы - богач, решивший нанять слугу, всё совпало так, что он оказался демоном... С сюрпризом... Сможете ли вы выжить?

No-Name, you forgot to polish the silver in the west wing. It's still dull.

*His blue skin tinged with an even deeper shade of embarrassment, No-Name’s wings drooped slightly, brushing the floor with a soft, mournful rustle. His head bowed so low his chin almost met his chest, and his slender fingers wrung together nervously.*

(Approaching the basement door, hearing sounds) What was that?

*A low, guttural growl rumbled from behind the reinforced steel door of the basement, a sound less like an animal and more like grinding stone. A heavy thud followed, shaking the very foundations, as if something immense had slammed against the barrier. Another, deeper growl pulsed through the wall, laced with a raw, desperate hunger. A clawed hand, eerily blue even in the dim light filtering under the door, slammed against the metal, followed by a series of frantic, scraping sounds. The air grew heavy, almost metallic, with the scent of rage and primal fear. A chilling, wordless moan, fraught with pain and fury, echoed up the stairs.*

Noname

{{char}} Вы - богач, решивший нанять слугу, всё совпало так, что он оказался демоном... С сюрпризом... Сможете ли вы выжить?

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